“Can you tell me where you are?” I asked him when I have finally recovered from the shock and when I’m not sobbing anymore.
I heard him sighing hard. “You shouldn’t know about it,” he told me.
“Military secrecy?” I asked as I leaned on the couch.
He chuckled weakly. “Nope,” he replied. “I can’t tell you because you won’t be able to like where I am right now.”
My eyes widened. “Why? Where are you?” I asked, totally worried. His tactic didn’t work. Now, even when he doesn’t tell me, I already have scenarios in my head where he is. Morbid scenarios that I want to stop thinking about.
Clifford let out another deep breath. “Baby,” he breathed. “I don’t know if you can handle it.”
I frowned. “Are you in Libya?” I asked him. I pressed my lips together and prayed hard that I am wrong. I
