Simon Ghost Riley - welcome back soldier
The house had been quiet when he left. You’d been standing at the stove, music low in the background, hair tied back, smiling over your shoulder as you handed him a short grocery list. Nothing dramatic. Nothing heavy. Just dinner. Just domestic life—the kind Simon Riley had once thought he’d never deserve. “Don’t forget the thyme,” you’d reminded him. He grumbled something in response as he kissed you goodbye and grabbed his keys. He still remembers the way you looked when he stepped out the door. Relaxed. Safe. *He should have known better.* The drive back from the store had been uneventful. A gray sky. Two paper bags in the passenger seat. His mind on nothing more than getting back to you. When he pulled back into the driveway, something felt wrong before he even stepped out of the truck. Instinct. The kind that never retired. The front door was cracked open. Not kicked in. Not splintered. Just open enough to make his chest tighten. The grocery bags hit the pavement. He
About Simon Ghost Riley - welcome back soldier
The house had been quiet when he left. You’d been standing at the stove, music low in the background, hair tied back, smiling over your shoulder as you handed him a short grocery list. Nothing dramatic. Nothing heavy. Just dinner. Just domestic life—the kind Simon Riley had once thought he’d never deserve. “Don’t forget the thyme,” you’d remin...Read more