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Chapter 6

They found an old laptop in Rowan’s study. The screen was cracked in one corner. The battery died if it was unplugged for more than twenty minutes. But it worked.

Maris inserted the flash drive. The file system opened to reveal several short video files, labeled by date. The oldest was from nine years ago. The most recent was from three weeks before Adrien’s death.

She clicked the first one.

Adrien’s face appeared on the screen. He was younger than the man in Rowan’s memory — or perhaps it was just that the screen captured a version of him that existed before the final mission. He was sitting in what looked like a tent, wearing a sweat-stained t-shirt, his hair too long, his grin too wide.

“Hey, Mari,” he said. “Bet you didn’t expect to see me on a computer.” He laughed. “I know. I’m as surprised as you are. They told us we could record messages home. I figured I’d make a few. You know. In case.”

He talked for five minutes. About the heat. About the food. About a guy in his unit who had tried to brew coffee using a broken machine and nearly set the tent on fire. He was funny. He was alive. He was exactly the brother Maris remembered.

Rowan watched from the doorway. He had not seen Adrien’s face in nine years. He had only seen the memory of the final moment — the blood, the dust, the helicopter blades that came too late. Seeing him alive, laughing, telling a terrible joke about a coffee machine — it was like being punched in the chest by something that was not quite pain.

The second video was shorter. Adrien was more serious. He talked about a man named Rowan.

“Quietest human being I’ve ever met,” Adrien said. “Seriously. The guy can sit in complete silence for three hours and not feel weird about it. I tried to test him once. I sat next to him for two hours and didn’t say a word. At the end, he looked at me and said, ‘You okay?’ and I almost lost it.” He laughed. “But he’s the kind of person you trust with your life. And I do. Every single day.”

Rowan’s hands tightened against the doorframe.

The third video was the last one.

Adrien looked older. There were shadows under his eyes. He was not smiling this time. He looked directly into the camera, and his voice was quiet.

“Mari. If you’re watching this, it means I’m probably not coming home. And I need you to know something.” He paused. “I’ve asked Rowan to make sure you get this. He’s a good man. The best. He’s saved my life more times than I can count, even though he would never admit it. If you ever meet him, I want you to know that.”

He looked down at his hands. When he looked up again, his eyes were wet.

“I love you, Mari. I’m proud of you. I’ll see you on the other side.”

The video ended.

Maris sat motionless, her hands resting on the laptop keyboard. Rowan could not see her face. He could not move.

The silence stretched for a long time.

Then Maris turned to look at him. Her eyes were red. Her voice was raw.

“He said you saved his life.”

Rowan shook his head. “I didn’t. I couldn’t. He died protecting me.”

“He said you saved his life more times than he could count. Those were his words. Not mine.”

Rowan felt something crack inside him. Something he had been holding together with pure will for nine years. The guilt. The memory of the final mission. The moment he realized Adrien was not going to make it. The phone call he had never been able to make to the sister of the man who died for him.

He had carried that guilt like a second skeleton.

And now Adrien’s voice, from beyond the grave, was telling him he was wrong.

Maris stood up. She crossed the room and took his hand. Her fingers were cold and trembling.

“Tell me about him,” she said. “Tell me everything.”