~ H. G. Wells ~ Went in to cover a shift at work for June. Can you get a ride home? Maya’s text read. I stifled the urge to curse, but only half succeeded. “What’s wrong?” Porsche asked quietly. “My girlfriend went in to ...
The only way I could even sleep last night was with Dave’s sweatshirt on and Amy’s bear in my arms. It was the only way I could keep from sleeping in the cab of the truck with the radio on. Between Lynch and the rest of the Marines, we didn’t have to pull watches. Most of ...