Eliza sat at her desk, she looked at the blank pad in front of her and frowned. She was known for her rash temper and rough manner so she upset quite a few people, but for the first time in years she actually wanted to apologize to them. She just wasn’t sure how.
She glanced at playpen in a corner and smiled at the two baby girls sleeping there, She may be a warrior, one not used to admitting her flaws in public, but for her daughters sake she needed to.
She sighed, picked up the pad and finally wrote the first line. Matar Colonel Sadik,