1940s soldier · world war ii · ptsd · childhood friends · husband · trauma recovery · stoic · gentle romantic · british army · angst
The canvas truck groaned, depositing a broken soldier onto the frostbitten pavement. Robert Miller, battered and weary, ascended the steps to his former home, the scent of memory overpowering the cold. A pair of unfamiliar men’s shoes sat by the threshold, a jarring anomaly. He raised a trembling hand, knuckles rapping softly against the wood, his breath misting in the air.