Nyla sat on the edge of her chair in the tucked-away coffee shop, with her back perfectly erect. Sargent Ryan sat across from her stirring his coffee with the little spoon given to him. He glanced around them with uneasy eyes. Answering the unspoken question, Nyla said, “If Eason said he can give us an uninterrupted twenty minutes, then so can he.” Sargent nodded once before lifting his gaze to eat up Nyla’s face.Breaking the silence again, she admitted, “I’m so happy to see you, Sargent Ryan.”“Call me Lance, please. I’m not a Sargent anymore. I’m done with the war and everything it brought with it.”“Okay, Lance.” The name stuck on her tongue, unfamiliar and strange.He inspected her. “At first glance, you still look like you, but the more I look, well, it’s almost like you’re someone who just resembles the Nyla I know. Hell, you smiled at me.” She felt a ne
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