Naomi and I had been married for six years before I deployed.
She was the kind of woman who left coffee warming for me when I worked late, remembered the birthdays of people I had forgotten, and somehow made a tiny rented duplex feel like the safest place in the world.
Before I left, I made her a promise.
“You won’t have to worry about money while I’m gone.”
Every month, I sent most of what I could save back home.