Needle marks.
Medical tape residue.
And beneath the neckline of her shirt, I caught sight of the edge of a surgical dressing.
I looked at Mom.
Then Kendra.
Neither asked Naomi whether she needed to sit down.
Neither offered her water.
Neither behaved like a woman standing ten feet away from us looked frighteningly ill.
That told me more than their words did.
I had spent years learning not to react before understanding the battlefield.
So I did something they clearly didn’t expect.
I smiled.
“I guess I picked one hell of a time to come home.”
Mom relaxed slightly.
Then I added, “Especially because I have some good news.”
Kendra’s eyes immediately sharpened.
“What kind of news?”
I shrugged.
“There was a dispute over some deployment compensation and retention pay. Finance finally approved it.”
Mom stared at me.
“How much?”
I pretended to hesitate.
“A little over three hundred and fifty thousand dollars.”
The change was immediate.
Mom’s face lit up.
Kendra actually laughed.
“Oh my God, Caleb!”
Within five minutes, they had forgotten Naomi existed.
Mom talked about replacing the kitchen counters.
Kendra said we needed an in-ground swimming pool.
Then she mentioned trading the red pickup for a luxury SUV.
I listened.
And smiled.
Because suddenly I knew exactly how I was going to find out what they had done be like .
