Tim Channing held it in for a long time, but tears still streamed down his face.
"Dr. Ford, I'll remember this. Thank you. And thank you, soldier."
The team leader patted his shoulder. "Real men shed blood, not tears. Come on, I'll take you to the logistics department."
After the team leader led Tim Channing away, Evelyn Ford returned to the truck, braving the howling sand.
Inside the wooden cabin's refrigerator was a large cup of bubble tea. Evelyn took a sip. It was sickeningly sweet, almost unbearable. Wyatt Vaughn and Joelle Finch really had no talent for making desserts. She had no idea how much sugar they had put in. Evelyn took another sip, and the sweetness felt like it was shooting straight to the top of her skull.
"Is it good?" Quincy asked as he walked in from outside, holding Zoe. A gloating smile spread across his face when he saw Evelyn's pained expression.
"Other than being way too sweet, there's nothing wrong with it."
