Chapter 9 - Driving Back Toward The Naval Base In Virginia Beach
My pickup truck tires crunched over the gravel driveway as I pulled away from the Virginia Beach suburban estate.
The dashboard clock glowed 7:45 PM, casting a soft green hue across my hands gripping the steering wheel.
Through the windshield, the autumn rain began to fall in sheets, blurring the glowing tail lights of distant traffic.
My phone buzzed repeatedly in the passenger seat with missed calls and desperate text messages from Evan.
I silenced the ringer, tossing the device into the glove compartment so I could focus entirely on the open road.
For two years, I had compromised my identity to keep the peace in a family of ungrateful, entitled civilians.
Never again.
The Navy had always been my true home, a place where competence, honor, and courage mattered above all else.
As I approached the heavily guarded security gates of Naval Air Station Oceana, my chest finally felt light.
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The guard in the booth saluted sharply as my military ID flashed against the scanner light in the rain.
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