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Army Major Francis Garda had spent most of the previous night in her hotel room, searching for any record of Jack Turner on her laptop.
Nothing was ever found.
All Garda had left was the hope that maybe Caroline Marsh would have run into Turner again, and maybe Marsh would have given him Garda's letter.
There were only a few days left before Garda had to return to Copperas.
Chances were high she'd have to face some kind of fallout for going AWOL in search of her half-brother.
No doubt this would impact her impending court-martial.
And there was no plan B if Jack Turner never turned up.
Life had been a long, hard road for Garda.
She was already reaching a stage when she knew the losses would start to be many and the victories would start to be few.
Yet still, for the first time in her adult life, and contrary to her training and experience, Garda had gone all in on a bet with bad odds and no backup plan other than a hasty retreat to Copperas.
All Garda could do was sit at the food court table and continue to wait.
The prospect of finally laying eyes on Jack Turner, a long-lost relative she didn't know she had until very recently, had briefly lit up her world.
Lit it up in ways that Garda never realized was possible.
Finding out she had any relatives at all, even just this one, was like finding new rooms in an old house she'd been living in all her life.
The prospect of locating Turner, and maybe getting to speak with him, offset the grim cloud hanging over her upcoming trial and a war she no longer believed in.
Garda really had no idea what to expect, of course, if Turner did actually show up.
She had only the two mugshot photos Special Agent Amanda Sweat had given her back in Copperas.
Garda could tell from the photos that Turner was exceptionally tall, broad-shouldered, and blonde.
He had her eyes, but they were cold and unsmiling.
As she sat there drinking a soda from one of the stands at the mall's food court, Garda couldn't help wondering if Turner... ever did show up at this mall, maybe he would be the one that looked most like their dad? There was no sign of the security guard who had tried talking to her.
That was a good thing.
The food court was filling up with more people now.
Lots of parents with kids.
Army Major Francis Garda had spent most of the previous night in her hotel room, searching for any record of Jack Turner on her laptop.
Nothing was ever found.
All Garda had left was the hope that maybe Caroline Marsh would have run into Turner again, and maybe Marsh would have given him Garda's letter.
There were only a few days left before Garda had to return to Copperas.
Chances were high she'd have to face some kind of fallout for going AWOL in search of her half-brother.
No doubt this would impact her impending court-martial.
And there was no plan B if Jack Turner never turned up.
Life had been a long, hard road for Garda.
She was already reaching a stage when she knew the losses would start to be many and the victories would start to be few.
Yet still, for the first time in her adult life, and contrary to her training and experience, Garda had gone all in on a bet with bad odds and no backup plan other than a hasty retreat to Copperas.
All Garda could do was sit at the food court table and continue to wait.
The prospect of finally laying eyes on Jack Turner, a long-lost relative she didn't know she had until very recently, had briefly lit up her world.
Lit it up in ways that Garda never realized was possible.
Finding out she had any relatives at all, even just this one, was like finding new rooms in an old house she'd been living in all her life.
The prospect of locating Turner, and maybe getting to speak with him, offset the grim cloud hanging over her upcoming trial and a war she no longer believed in.
Garda really had no idea what to expect, of course, if Turner did actually show up.
She had only the two mugshot photos Special Agent Amanda Sweat had given her back in Copperas.
Garda could tell from the photos that Turner was exceptionally tall, broad-shouldered, and blonde.
He had her eyes, but they were cold and unsmiling.
As she sat there drinking a soda from one of the stands at the mall's food court, Garda couldn't help wondering if Turner... ever did show up at this mall, maybe he would be the one that looked most like their dad? There was no sign of the security guard who had tried talking to her.
That was a good thing.
The food court was filling up with more people now.
Lots of parents with kids.
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