A sledgehammer slammed into Luke’s gut causing the breath in his lungs to leave his body, along with his soul. Luke lost connection with all five senses. Everything around him seemed fake and unreal. Nothing had prepared him for this. The thought had crossed his mind a million times. What would happen if Ryan was found? Luke went through each scenario, playing them over and over and from all different angles but nothing had prepared him for the truth of Ryan’s death to be known. Nothing prepared him for the reality he now faced. Luke stood in front of a firing squad, muskets raised and pointed right at him, the soldiers waiting for the signal of their commander.
“Luke?”
“Luke, are you ok?”
“Wow.” The only word to leave Luke’s mouth.