His head was lowered, his shoulders hunched as though he was trying to make himself as small as possible, to disappear from sight entirely. Kristen’s eyes lingered on him, her mind racing. And then, something caught her attention. Something subtle but deeply frightening. His uniform.
Her breath hitched in her throat. She hadn’t noticed it before in the rush of the situation, but now, standing here, it was impossible to ignore. The insignias. The badges. The rank patches. They didn’t add up. They didn’t belong to an army veteran. In fact, they didn’t even belong to the army at all.