Mark and Emma tried to reassure themselves that Hawk was fine, that he was just delayed or dealing with some classified situation. But as night began to fall, and the house grew quiet, their thoughts turned to the worst.
As his parents enveloped him in a tight hug, the townspeople cheered, relief washing over their faces. Hawk was home, safe and sound. for a lost soldier vk
The group rushed toward the sound, their lights converging on a figure huddled in a thicket. Hawk, dirty and disheveled, but very much alive, looked up at his parents, tears streaming down his face. Mark and Emma tried to reassure themselves that
"I think I might know something," she said, her voice low and measured. "I was out walking my dog last night, around 10 pm. I saw a figure, tall and lanky, with a familiar gait. It was Hawk, I'm sure of it. He was heading into the woods, near the old Miller farm." Hawk was home, safe and sound
As they made their way back to their home, Hawk leaned into his parents, grateful to be back in the place he loved, surrounded by those who loved him most.
"I... I'm sorry," he stammered. "I was on a mission, and... and things went sideways. I had to hide, to avoid... unwanted attention."