I Paid for Baby Formula for a Struggling Mom of Three – the Next Day, a Soldier Knocked on My Door

I never expected anyone anymore.

I opened the door in my pajamas, coffee mug still in my hand, and froze.

A man in military uniform stood on my porch. Tall, broad-shouldered, with tired eyes that looked like they’d seen too much.

“Harper?”

My heart stopped. “Yes?”

“Yes, why?

Did something happen?”

He exhaled, and something in his expression softened. “I’m Mason. Allison’s husband.

I just got home this morning from deployment.”

I blinked. “Your wife?”

I invited him in because I didn’t know what else to do.

We sat at my kitchen table, and Mason took off his cap, turning it over in his hands.

“I didn’t know,” he started, his voice calm. “I didn’t know how bad things had gotten while I was gone.”

I waited.

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