Avery looked once more at her grandfather’s name carved in stone.

Her own had been returned to her that day as surely as the folded flag had been placed in her arms.

Not by rank.

Not by the general.

By truth.

When she finally turned toward the path, she no longer felt like the woman left outside in the rain.

She felt like someone who had buried the dead, defended the living, and found her way home in time to keep a promise.

That was enough.

It was more than enough.