This isallmy fault.
The Humvee jerks forward and we are rolling over the rough terrain a moment later.
“I-I’msorry.”
Cap’s jaw tenses before he rubs a hand over his chin. “Don’t be sorry, Maggie. Make a difference.”
Hot tears stream down my face like his words tugged at my heart till it burst, setting free a damn of salty emotion I have no hope of staving off.
I snap my focus forward, imitating the posture of the soldiers around me. If they are upset, they don’t show it.
We head southwest, back to friendly territory. The small space in the back of the army-issued soldier transport vehicle is tight. The tension even more so than before we spent twenty minutes in a tiny little ghost town.
The radio squeals in the cabin and the driver responds.
A beat of silence and . . .
BOOM.
The Humvee flips into the air.
Cap’s eyes meet mine. The intensity tells me all I need to know.
Oh fuck.
Flames engulf the vehicle before the next heartbeat.
