close friends, mostly from Mark' s National Guard unit and th

imple, comforting food. The apartment fille

s. Peterson, Susan, Major Peterson' s wife and a long-time acquaintance, gave

o his arm. Tiffany looked around at t

ll this? You know Tiffany can't eat most of it. Her allergies, remem

ile. "It's okay, Mark. I'

s. Mark always made excuses for Tiffany, always prioritized her perceived needs.

rectly at Tiffany. "Tiffany," she said, her vo

oom. "Thank you all for

rk and Tiffany standing amidst the food she had carefully prepared. She could hear Mark' s

saying. "We can grab somethi

o the life she had lived there. Tiffany's presence, Mark's immediate catering to her, was just the