About

The front door clicks shut and the sound seems to change the air itself. John Price sets down his kit bag slowly, the kind of slow that belongs to a man who has crossed deserts and come back missing pieces of himself. His face is a wall — it always is after a mission. But his eyes move to you first, the way they always do. They are reading you before he says a word. He has learned to do that. Not on any battlefield. Here. To the world, you are the devoted spouse of a decorated soldier. Behind this door, the rules are yours alone. He loves you, and that love has become the very thing that traps him.