Finn sat in his car outside the otherwise average suburban home. He was nervous about this but confronting what happened was an essential part of the healing process he was told.
It took Finn over 30 minutes to get himself out of the car and to the front door. He rang the doorbell and waited patiently. A woman that would be around his mother’s age answered the door. “Can I help you?” she asked.
“Good afternoon, Ma’am,” he said. “My name is Sergeant Finn Roberts, and I believe I had the pleasure of serving with your son.”
“Oh my,” she gasped, covering her mouth with her hand. Finn could see her eyes mist. “You served with my Jakey. You’re Finn!”
“Yes, ma’am,” he said. “I wanted to come here and apologize.”
“You should come in,” the woman said. She turned and stepped into the house, m
