Imagine my surprise. I came home after two tours in Afghanistan to this.” “Oh, God. I’m so sorry.” “I should have figured something was wrong.” He stretched out his legs and leaned back. “I still had a little over a month left when they pulled us out. All I could think about was going home. I didn’t want to question something good.” “So they brought you guys back to fight here?” “I guess. I never found out. I expected my family to be there waiting when I got off the plane. They always did. When they weren’t there…that-that’s when I knew something happened.” His voice grew quieter as he spoke, reliving the memory. “When I got back to my hometown, I saw them for the first time. Just walking around looking normal. Then a fight broke out. It was Mr. Harris from the bank attacking little, old Gina Phelps. When I pulled him off, Gina bit me.” “You’ve been bitten!?”
