Before I can say anything, River speaks. “Christina Charlotte’s daughter had been kidnapped,” he says, keeping his voice calm. “We were told only the specifics and where to find her. O’Keefe flew with us to Cuba, filling us in, saying we didn’t have time for a debriefing. He told us that due to the upcoming election, she didn’t want it in the press because it could sway voters. We knew when we landed that this would be hard, but O’Keefe kept saying it would be an easy snatch and grab. We weren’t to open fire, just sneak in and get her.
“When we found her, she was tied to a chair and had been beaten. McCoy went through the window and was able to get her out of there before anyone saw us, but the extraction didn’t happen. Hiding in the jungle with a ten-year old isn’t the easiest thing to do, especially when she doesn’t know if she can trust us, she’s hungry and wants her dad.”
“That’s what I found odd,” McCoy says. “She kept asking for her dad when most girls would ask for their mom.”
“Our ride back to the homeland didn’t show up,” I add. “We had to take cover and like River said, being with a kid who’s scared isn’t easy. McCoy stayed with her while Rask and I set up a perimeter around them and River tried to establish communications. When they realized the girl was gone, shit got crazy. They started yelling ‘¡Nos va matar!’, ‘he’s going to kill us’, and when the first gun went off she screamed, alerting them to our position. We hadn’t realized that they had people in our area so our position had been compromised.”
“Who were they referring to?” Cara asks as she scribbles across her paper.
“Tacito Renato,” River states. He leans forward, clasping his hands together and sighs. “He was the leader, but not the mastermind.”
“Please continue,” she says without looking at any of us. McCoy clears his throat and takes over from where River left off.
“We had to move deeper into the jungle, but that put a limit on River’s ability to call for a new extraction point. We weren’t supposed to be there, so it’s not like we could walk into the nearest village and use their open airspace. It was weeks until River could get a valid signal and extraction was on the way. Except it wasn’t. When the helo landed, O’Keefe told us that the girl had been kidnapped for a child sex ring and that there were American children from the database living there and we needed to get them,” McCoy pauses and looks around. “I don’t know about everyone here, but I know I speak for Archer, River and Rask when I say that we weren’t leaving those kids behind and we didn’t.”
Ryley’s ankle wraps around mine in a show of love or support, either way I’ll take it. Having her support means everything to me. I never wanted to miss a single day with her, she knows that and missing EJ’s birth was never on my list of things to do. I know that, had I not been on deployment, the Navy would’ve done everything to make sure I was there or at least on the phone with her.
Carole clears her throat at the same time Cara starts to speak. My eyes go from one woman to the other, waiting to see who will speak first. Carole nods, giving Cara the green light.
“I want to make sure I’ve heard you guys correctly. You say that you were sent to Cuba to retrieve Abigail Chesley, daughter of former Vice President Christina Charlotte?”
“What do you mean former?” River asks.
“I don’t think we knew that she was even elected,” I add.
This time it’s Carole who speaks. “She was elected and died in a car crash about five weeks ago.”
“When did you return?” Cara asks Nate.
“My team left six weeks ago, paving the way for SEAL Team 3 to return without any question,” Nate replies, effectively giving us all something to think about.
LISTENING TO THE GUYS recount their mission, knowing that they shouldn’t be doing so, I can’t help but feel thankful that they are giving more credence to my statement that something is up. Once the girl was back in our custody they should’ve been out of there. Evan would’ve been home a week later and planning his and Ryley’s wedding. He would’ve been home the day Ryley went into labor and inside the delivery room with her, holding her hand. I still would’ve been pacing because my nephew was being born, but she would’ve had him by her side where he belongs.
And now I’m questioning whether I belong with her or not.
Logic says that Evan called Cara and brought her here to come between Ryley and me, but I know that’s not possible. If I didn’t know how to get ahold of her, neither did he, but I can’t help the fact that it was my first thought. Bringing her here falls in line with his promise of fighting dirty to win.
I never thought I’d be happy to see Cara again. It sounds bad, but the way things ended between us wasn’t something I want to remember. Seeing her standing in the doorway brought back a lot of memories. I met her when she was still in college at a small coffee shop near base. She was here on spring break from Harvard, a poli-sci major hoping to get a job with the CIA. I asked her why she was here in San Diego and not Florida and she said she needed peace and calm from the long winters in Boston, not bikinis and booze.
When I met her I didn’t fumble over my words, in fact I didn’t really say much at all. She approached me as I sat in the corner reading the newspaper asking me if I was military and that if I was, if she could interview me for her term paper. Here she was, on vacation and doing homework. Cara sounded just like me and was everything I was looking for but didn’t know it.
We saw each other every day for a week until she left. Our relationship wasn’t romantic at that point, but it was a definite friendship. She was easy to talk to and she made me laugh. When I deployed, she sent packages once a month and wrote me every day, telling me about school, her day and asking if I’d be back in time for summer vacation. I wasn’t going to be but that didn’t stop us from talking all the time. I called her when I could because hearing her voice gave me comfort. Most of my calls went to voicemail in the beginning. She was busy. I knew that. Cara comes from money and was one of those high society girls at Harvard, attending social events all the time. Coupled with her busy caseload, a phone conversation with her was just about impossible.
It was her letters that made me fall in love with her and two years after we met, when I had an R&R, I flew to Boston and told her how I felt. It was something that had to be done in person and not on voicemail or in a letter. I had her class schedule memorized and I waited outside the Knafel building for her to come out. I sat there with roses in my hand, dressed in my dress whites and smiling like a crazy fool in love.
Telling her was risky. I wasn’t sure how she felt since we never ventured into that territory, but I knew how I felt. I thought about her every day and couldn’t wait for my tour to be over so we could spend some quality time together.
When she walked out of the building, she froze. Her girlfriends giggled and told her that if she didn’t say yes, that they’d be more than willing to marry me. I wasn’t even thinking about marriage, I just wanted to tell her that I loved her and hoped she wanted to get coffee with me.
She did and after graduation moved to San Diego, getting a job with Navy Intelligence. It wasn’t what she wanted, but we talked about her future being in Virginia and when I re-enlisted we’d ask for transfers to the east coast. Being in Intelligence allowed her to hone her craft.
Then Evan died and everything changed.
Cara knew I wouldn’t leave San Diego with Ryley and my brother’s unborn child here. She never asked. What she did ask was for me to be done. To not re-enlist... to not leave her like Evan left Ryley but I couldn’t do that. I tried. I tried, but hated it. I missed being out there with my Team, my brothers. I yearned to protect my country. Ryley encouraged me to go back, against everyone’s wishes, and I did so knowing that Cara would leave me. The warrior in me thought she’d stay and when she couldn’t, I let her go. She moved to Washington DC, landing her dream job with the CIA and I refused to be the one to hold her back.
Now I’m sitting across from her and all I can think about is how everything in my life became so fucked up that she came back to help, except she didn’t because she’s just doing her job. To her, we’re nothing more than an assignment.
Cara speaks with poise and confidence, showing that her education has paid off. I was always afraid I was holding her back from her true potential. That she was here to appease me because of my career. She was right to leave me. Being a SEAL’s wife is no way to live when you have your own dreams and aspirations.