Chapter 21Relief. That’s what I thought. But Sarge must read slow. Days wore on. I went to school. Did my homework. Went to ballet class. Did my workouts. Texted with Craig. Visited with my family. But I didn’t bring up the elephant in the room.
And the endless waiting just about killed me.
I took a giant leap—to be me, body and mind. But my Marine was dragging his feet. His reading up on it, doing his research was excruciatingly slow.
But what could I do? Wait. And that was hard, hard, hard. Come on, Sarge. Get the lead out.
I swore Craig to secrecy. Like that mattered. He wouldn’t tell anyone, and besides, the only friends we had at Moorefield were each other.
He wouldn’t shut up, though, with his questions. A million of ‘em. Is he asking all this because he wants to know or because
