John steeled himself for battle. Just like any other war in which he’d fought, he knew in his heart that he was on the right side. The winning side.

He was intimately familiar with this opponent, and he knew all of the tactics. He felt prepared, and was ready to face the onslaught.

But, for all his raw nerve and determination, John’s resolve weakened when he stared into Sarah’s teared-up eyes.

Maybe he was wrong.

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