Chapter 17 - Miller ReturnsI saw Miller once more.

Not in our platoon.
He was processing separation from training after command findings unrelated only to me; multiple misconduct incidents mattered.
He stood outside administrative building.
“Quinn.”
I stopped.
He looked smaller without audience.
“I’m sorry.”
I nodded.
“I read your letter.”
“I didn't know.”
“About scars?”
“Yes.”
“You didn't need know.”
He swallowed.
“I know that now.”
Good.
Then:
“I thought everybody respected you because you acted tough.”
“They didn't.”
“They do now.”
I shook head.
“That's not why.”
He looked confused.
Maybe someday he'd understand.
I walked away.
No friendship.
May you like
No dramatic forgiveness.
An apology does not require relationship.
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