LOVE AND WAR ( A story of peace and blood)

across the polished floor. It was a warm Saturday, the kind that called for cleaning, cooking, and gr

ed. "Come down, we're goi

ared first, arms folded and already pouti

ave to go?"

. "Why not just send Eve

tening her back as she looked

You left her behind in the rain. You abandoned her. Don't stand here and ask me wh

r eyes. "It wasn'

And until you learn what it means to care

her bag and headed toward the door, her t

though she wasn't really reading. Her mind drifted from paragraph to paragraph, eyes on the word

warm smile spreading acro

company, Ev

rprised but smili

om her, stretching his legs a

you feeli

before replyin

saying that. But how are you really feeling?

s brushing over the book's edges.

poorly," he said, leaning forward slightly. "Tha

The silence betwee

of someone I once read about-a brave woman who sto

up, curio

r. She worked for one of the biggest newspapers at the time. She uncovered truths ugly truths about how soldiers on both sides were bei

ened. "What ha

er colleagues turned their backs on her. They accused her of being too

the truth,"

e. But eventually, her work caught the eye of a senator, then the public. She was honored by the government with a medal for bravery in

elled. "That's

doing what's right means standing alone. That silence may keep you safe,

that were bubbling up. "Than

at path, Eve. You're strong, bright, and brave. Never let anyo

a while longer, the kind t

son returned with bags in her arms, Mike and Juli

house, somethi

ad been planted-of coura

e not everyone saw her, she

... through war, through pain,