C19 Good Luck
For weeks after that, the army trained beneath the command of Cato and my father. Daniel and I watched from our balcony as the battled between one another—sometimes as men with swords and shields and sometimes as wolves, with only their teeth.
“I feel useless,” Daniel kept saying. “I should have joined them.”
“You’re still hurt. What would you do but be a liability?”
Still, he frowned