That was . . .” Owen trails off, shaking his head. I give a mirthless laugh. “Brutal?” I offer. He nods. “Yeah, that’s a good word for it.” It’s almost nine at night—way after my shift was supposed to ...
In fact, I didn’t even RSVP to the invitation until maybe two days ago. It wasn’t until my boss heard I was blowing off my reunion that he practically ordered me to go. “Sir, with all due respect,” I say to Company Commander Perkins, “I really don’t want to r...
Get myself reenrolled in classes. I’ve spent enough time making excuses for myself. But once I get to the Advising office, I can’t help but feel a little nervous. I chew at the polish on my fingernails and glance back up at the clock on the wall. I have two appointments to...