Evander Mclain (2)

"Is my Evander inside? "The middle-aged woman wringed a white handkerchief on her hands while asking them. Worry was evident on her wrinkled forehead as she observed the amount of blood on their uniforms and faces, especially their tears. Even though she should be used to seeing this kind of situation, she was still very afraid every time.

The young men looked at each other and didn't know what to do. "Uhm, Madam Elaine, the Colonel was just on an errand..."

However, their attempts to cover went for naught because one of the men had other plans stored in his sleeves. He pinched his palms secretly before he started crying, "I'm afraid Colonel had perished because this afternoon he sacrificed himself for our safety..." He hadn't even finished the rest of the ill-words when Elaine wobbled and swayed.

Her white handkerchief slipped from her hands.

My Evander…my Evander…perished? So their tears were meant for her son. My poor son...