My Husband Joked About My 'Little Security Job' in German—I Was a Navy SEAL Translator for 6 Years

The blood on my knuckles was still wet when Thomas walked into our kitchen, whistling some insufferable pop song he'd heard on the radio. I didn't look up from the raw chicken I was pounding flat with more force than necessary, each strike of the meat tenderizer echoing through our Charlottenburg apartment like gunshots. "Rough day at the mall, sweetheart?" he asked in German, his voice dripping with amusement as he loosened his Hermès tie—the one I'd bought him last Christmas with money from my "little security job."