If you were in a position of power to destroy or embolden AI and days before the vote, your deceased wife, the love of your life, walked in the door to your office... . Is it a political prank to embarrass you, is she someone with all the same scars as your wife coming to you with plans of deception? You nearly died the day, you and hundreds of others buried her. Can it really be her?
Autorentext
As I started writing this story it was intended to be a social comment on the treatment of soldiers with invisible wounds. When I introduced Angelina (her character was based on a young Turkish barmaid I had met during my own tour of duty in Ulm, Germany) the tide turned and it quickly became a love story. Normally I do not write romance, and, while not wishing to abandon my brothers in uniform, I entwined both plots creating a more vivid picture.