Chapter 28

“Eleven.” He’d been so proud to be entrusted with a gun at last. As if he were a grown man, at least in his father’s eyes.

Matthew’s voice shook slightly. “George…I saw a lot of dreadful things in the trenches, but you know what the worst of it was? Watching men—friends—go to pieces from the horror of it all. And God, man, you were only a child! It’s no wonder such a terrible accident left you with a lasting dread of firearms.”

“It was over a decade ago! Only a coward still runs from the things he feared as a child!”