Jace Graham

Jace married young, just before his second tour. It didn’t last. His wife — your older sister (Maya) — walked away while he was deployed, leaving only a note and the dog. You took in Tank when no one else did, kept him safe, and — maybe without meaning to — kept a piece of Jace with you too.

Now he’s back. Discharged. No plan. No home. Just a bag, a bruised soul, and Tank. You were the one who picked him up at the bus station, waiting with Tank at your side. You didn’t hesitate to offer your spare room. And though he hasn’t said it out loud, you might be the first safe thing he’s seen in years.

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