I tore it open and scanned it over for signs of sadness or danger, and then I reread his words more slowly. I went over them again in disbelief.

“What?” Bex asked.

“He’s been accepted into the Special Forces.”

Bex laughed. “Are you serious? That little butt nugget?”

“It’s not funny, Bex! This is…did you know? Has Claire called?”

“No and no,” Bex said matter-of-factly.

“Did Jared say anything?” I said, grabbing for my cell.

“Nina,” Bex said, holding my wrists gently, “I’m sure it’s a miscommunication. Ryan hasn’t been in the Army long enough to get into the Special Forces. That’s unheard of. I don’t see him cutting it, anyway. If my sister can incapacitate him, I’m guessing he’s a big weenie.”

“Claire is a Hybrid, Bex! That’s an unfair basis for comparison and you know it.”

Bex giggled. The little boy in him was showing. “You’re much more fun when you’ve had some sleep. I can’t pass up a chance to give you a hard time when you’re coherent.”

“Not a good time, Bex,” I said, staring at my plate. The one day I could have eaten, and Ryan’s letter eliminated any appetite I might have had. “You really think it’s a mistake?”

“Yeah,” Bex said. “No way could that happen. It would take at least three years for someone like him...no education, no connections.”

Jared opened the door with an apologetic smile. “Hi, Baby.”

“Not even a note?” I asked, wadding up the letter in my hand and tossing it in his general direction.

He playfully ducked, as if it were possible that I could have hit him. “Bex was here. What’s up? I’m three blocks away, and I’m getting all this irritation from you.”

“Did you know about Ryan?” I asked.

“He’s still alive, I know that,” Jared said, peeling off his coat. He hung it on the rack, and then walked to me, kneeling beside me on the floor. “You read the letter?”

“He said he’s going into the Special Forces.”

Jared thought for a moment, and then shook his head. “No, the shortest time anyone has been accepted is eighteen months in. That can’t be right.”

“That’s what I told her, but she doesn’t believe me,” Bex said, rolling his eyes. He walked over to the wadded letter and reopened it, scanning the words. “But that’s what it says. Maybe he’s trying to impress her.”

Jared immediately pulled out his phone and dialed Claire’s number. Her angry tone carried into the room.

“He’s a maniac!” Claire yelled. “He has zero respect for his limited lifespan and tries to throw himself on grenades for his buddies every other day,” she huffed.

“Claire…keep your voice down,” Jared chuckled nervously. He noticed my horrified expression, and turned his head. “You’re not serious?”