Caleb Treskins was a military sniper. Exceptional. Precise. The confirmed kills never bothered him-they were the enemy. But when he shoots a wolf on a security job and falls apart, he finally understands: he can only kill with a target. Without an enemy, the killing is just murder. Now sixty, Caleb is drowning in civilian life. His sister's vacant house fills with empty bottles.

Jobs end in walked-off rage. The only place he functions is the gym-until he meets Wade. Wade is a Marine veteran turned pastor who holds church in his living room. He doesn't preach. He lifts weights. He listens. He waits. And he carries his own scars from Desert Storm.

As Caleb's heart fails and his past closes in, Wade offers something he never expected: not judgment, but purpose. Not condemnation, but calling. Some warriors come home broken. Some never come home at all. And some are simply recalled to serve again. A novel about the cost of service, the weight of silence, and the grace found in brotherhood.