The funeral of Sutton cemented some things in his head. He couldn’t get the picture of Maddox and Eliza out of his head ever since, and it came with some old memories of watching the wives and children of his deceased comrades while they were being buried. With it, always came the question of why wasn’t it him in the casket? He could only assume his friend Maddox was thinking the same. It was always a haunting sight. The younger the kids were, the more their innocence showed, and it hurt to think Eliza was going to miss out on getting to really know her mom. And she wasn’t even aware of that yet. He’d been trying to drink these thoughts away and more these past few days. He tried to not take it too far with his drinking, but sometimes, old habits were hard to kill. He looked in a clear daze as he took another sip of beer, but his eyes were on the screen, watching the NFL game. Fantasy football might’ve been on the screen of his phone, but he wasn’t paying it no mind as it sat on the counter. He felt someone sit next to him and only turned when a familiar voice broke through to see Caine, a regular at No Names. The guy might’ve been ordering. He might’ve not been and been talking to someone else, but Aaron went to greet him, “Hey, man, how’ve you been? Haven’t seen you since Devil’s Night.” It was all he could think to say in that very moment.
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