Guilt Mixed with Gratitude
Hearing about all that Sarah had endured while he was away stirred a deep, uneasy guilt in Jamie’s chest. He hated that she had faced so much alone and wished he could’ve been there to help shoulder the burden. Still, he was grateful—grateful that she managed to keep everything together for their family.
He squeezed her hand a little tighter, trying to communicate both sorrow and admiration without needing words. These weren’t the kinds of battles fought on distant soil, but they were battles just the same. And in her quiet courage, Jamie found a new definition of strength.
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