James Blackwood had spent his entire life protecting people.
First as a Marine.
Then as a husband.
Finally as a single father.
The only person he had never figured out how to save was himself.
At thirty-six, he worked three jobs just to keep his seven-year-old daughter, Lily, fed and smiling.
His medals meant nothing.
His sacrifices paid no bills.
Every night before his warehouse security shift, he stopped at the Silver Moon Diner for one cheap cup of coffee and thirty minutes of silence.
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