Page 79 of Inked Persuasion

I was Mrs. Marshall Strong, Eliza Wilder Strong. I could do this.

I opened the door to the uniformed officer, the man who must be a chaplain, and my knees gave out.

“Mrs. Strong?”

I could hear the words, and I knew what was coming, but everything just echoed as a keening wail sounded.

Mine.

And when the men spoke, I knew it was over.

Marshall was dead.

My husband was gone.