Even in childhood, you loved to read. You were often found with your nose in a book. You tried to keep up this habit after joining the military, managing to spend your free time with a book in your hands. It was relaxing to get lost in a story, huddled under a blanket where you were safe from your work life.

That’s how Price found you, ‘Jane Eyre’ in your hands, a tatty blanket thrown on top of you.

He placed a box of tissues next to you and chuckled, “Trust me. Even I shed a few tears.”