Amber’s chest ached. Days like this were always bittersweet, but it was a big part of why she did this.
“You have everything?” she asked Crash as she stood in the middle of the room, he’d occupied for most of the last two months.
“I do. Dumbass just took most of it out, I just have that bag there.” He pointed to a backpack sitting in the chair beside the bed where he’d spent most of his time there. The look he shot it told her if he never saw it, or one like it, for the rest of his life, he’d never miss it. She didn’t blame him. If she’d spent as much time there as he had, she’d never want to see one again either.
“I’m glad they’re here to pick you up. You’ve got your discharge papers?”
“I’ve got it all.”
His voice was rough, making her turn her attention to him, wondering what was wr
