Ryan needed to get the hell out of Wishful. Everywhere he looked reminded him of Hannah and of the fact that he’d been here, enjoying life, instead of in Afghanistan, a part of the mission that had stolen his friend’s life. The details Jerod had relayed about the op kept playing on repeat in his head. If he’d been there, he could’ve done something to stabilize Robbie long enough to make it to a f*****g hospital. Instead, he’d died of the trauma before he’d even made it on the helo.
But he couldn’t just leave. Not without completing the mission he’d been assigned here. Tired of waiting, of diplomacy, of p***y-footing around the realities, Ryan carried his medical bag downstairs. Percy sat at the kitchen table, digging into the spoils of his poker tournament win. Of course a grown-a*s man s
