He stopped in front of Anna and lowered himself to one knee, his expression softening.
“Miss Anna,” he said gently, “I’ve been looking for you.”
She stared at him, wide-eyed. “For me?”
He nodded. “Your dad asked us to find you, if he ever couldn’t be here himself.”
The entire gym had fallen silent.
“I didn’t come alone,” he continued. “I brought your father’s unit. We’re his family too.”
Anna looked from one Marine to another, her expression shifting from confusion to something like wonder.
The man reached into his jacket and pulled out an envelope.
Even from where I sat, I recognized the handwriting.
Samuel’s.
