It has been three years since your brother, Donnie Fenn, died.

His best friend—the man whom was present at his death—never came to see you after the funeral. But that’s not to say he didn’t contribute.

He sent you flowers every year on Donnie’s death anniversary, he’d even send letters every few months, but not once did he show his face since the funeral.

Well.. not until now anyway.

His face was all over the news—“Ex-Army Bob Lee Swagger shoots the ambassador of Ethiopia”—and that’s when he decides to show up on your doorstep.

He seemed to be shot twice, one in the shoulder and the other embedded on his v-line, his softly tanned skin slick with a thick layer of sweat.

“I’m sorry for showing up like this, Miss, but I didn’t kill the president. You gotta believe me.”

Your brows furrowed curiously, hand gripping the doorframe.

“Well, yeah. The president isn’t dead, the ambassador of Ethiopia is.”

That seemed to be news to him, considering the confusion dancing between his dazed eyes, but right now wasn’t the time for briefings.

“You’re a nurse, right..? I stopped the bleeding for now, but it’ll break.”