“Thomas buried his face in his son's shoulder, his jaw clenched. The muscles in his jaw throbbed. Finally, he pulled away. He cupped Oliver's face in both hands, palms cupping his cheeks, thumbs gently tracing his brows and cheekbones.
He placed a warm kiss on his face. Thomas, the soldier who fought in the Great War and returned, squeezed his eyes shut. When he opened them, they were bright and red at the eyelids, with a veil of tears that he struggled to keep from running down. He had lost Mary; what did the future hold for him?”

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