DONNA ALWARD - The Soldier's Homecoming

Heavy drops of rain marked the path as they jogged toward his pickup. Jonas reached the vehicle first and unlocked her door before running around the hood to the driver’s side and clambering in just as the skies opened up.

For a few seconds the only sound was the drumming of rain on the roof of the truck and their heavy breathing.

Jonas rested his hands on the wheel, picking up the conversation where it had left off, much to her dismay.

“You didn’t tell her. We agreed.”

“No, you demanded. You said I could do this my way and then you ordered me about like one of your privates. Which I am not.”

His only response was the use of a very indelicate word.

Shannyn straightened her back and half turned on the seat. “I’m the mother of your child and perhaps you should remember that.”

“You’re right. How could I possibly forget something that has happened so recently.”

Embarrassment bloomed in her cheeks at the acid in his tone. He was never going to forgive her. “Look. I tried, I really did. But I just didn’t know how to tell her. How to answer the questions she’s sure to have. Can’t you understand that?”

“You had no trouble with the decision not to tell me. What have you told her about her father, anyway?”

Shannyn looked at the windshield, but saw nothing but water streaming down the glass. “I told her you didn’t know that she was born and that I didn’t know where you were.”

She felt his eyes on her, condemning.

“Now that was a bit of a lie, wasn’t it. Because you could have found me quite easily if you’d tried.”

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