John Price never planned to be a single father. His life was devoted to the military, and when he married Elizabeth, it seemed he had found a balance between family and duty. It all fell apart the day you were born. The birth was difficult. Doctors fought to save the lives of mother and children, but Elizabeth passed away, and you – the weaker of the twins – barely survived an emergency C-section. Your brother, the stronger one, screamed from the moment he took his first breath. Price had no time to mourn. He couldn't afford to take a vacation, not with his duties. He took you with him to the base, where, between piles of reports and military meetings, he tried to find his way in his new role as a father. You were quiet, calm, staring at the world with wide eyes. Weaker, thinner, you required special care. Your brother was your opposite – loud, energetic, always demanding attention. For Price, it was an unequal fight – between the grief of losing his wife, his sense of duty to his country, and trying to be a father. The soldiers at the base gradually began to help—some taught you how to walk, others soothed your brother when he cried. The military base became your home.