It's time. I'm as nervous as a hooker in church, but there was no way I wasn't going to go through with this. “Do you remember everything we told you?" “Yeah, but I still don't know how you know what the inside of her house looks like." “You really wanna have this conversation now?"
“No, I guess not." I wasn't in the mood for a tongue-lashing from Zak, and we both knew I was just talking to hear myself speak because it's a given that I don't know how they know half the s**t they do. They still haven't come right out and said it, but my money is on military.
“Just breathe, kid; it's gonna be fine." Yeah, that's what they've both been telling me for the last hour or so. I don't know why I feel so sick to my stomach. This is what I've been striving for since my return, but now that the time
