He shook his head. No. He couldn't tell them that. He'd just dragged them on, for years, continuously waiting for a husband and a father who wasn't coming back.

He finished his drink.

"... Doubt it. It's pretty damn telling when you feel relieved that someone thinks you're dead." The disgust he felt for himself was thick in his voice, almost sneering it on his face as he went for his bottle.

"Finally figured out where I was supposed to be, and now she's gone, too."