Why My Family?

Chapter Sixteen

One Week Before The Wedding

"Hey. I brought in your mail. But I have to go, Dad called. He said that we had to go get fitted for our tuxes today. I love you." Grant said leaning towards me and pressing his lips to mine.

"I love you to. Oh and good luck." I said smiling as he shot a glare at me and I closed the door in his face. I began to sort through the mail that he had just given to me. "Bill. Bill. Junk. Junk. Ju- wait this looks important." I said to myself.

With shaking hands I slowly opened the mail that was labeled the United States Army. It was a letter. It Read:
           Dear Sinclair Family,
             We regret to inform you that your
           Son or brother has been killed in 
           action. He was last seen rescuing
           his fallen troops. Major Adam Sinclair
           returned to the scene and dragged ten
           of his fallen troops. They are alive
           because of his bravery. We were forced
           to retreat. He was not with us when we
           got back to base he was not there. We
           returned to the scene but his body was
           not among the fallen soldiers who lost
           their lives that day too. We searched the
           entire area with no results.
                               With Regrets,
                                Colonel Rogers.

I felt the tears cascading down my cheeks but I let them fall. I felt in my heart that Adam was still alive but I had no way to prove it. Maybe after the wedding I can convince Grant to go to Japan to search for him.
 
I heard the car pull up. I heard the front door open and I turned toward my Dad as he hollered, "Alissa! I'm home!" When I couldn't find my voice I forced a little cough and he turned to face me.  He saw the tears and the red eyes and he knew even before he asked, "It's Adam. He is gone. Isn't he?"

In response I nodded and handed the letter to him. I saw the tears swell in his eyes as he read the letter. I saw one single tear roll down his cheek.