Chase pulled his fingers through his hair. Dammit. He needed to get up, but his body just wasn’t up to it. He was seated back outside, staring at the tree tops, re-evaluating his life and where it was going as compared to where he’d always thought it’d go. He rubbed his eyes, forcing the tears away. He spent most of the past two days moping, and he’d plan to spend the rest of his leave, twelve hours, twenty-five minutes and not many seconds, doing the same thing. The only problem with his plan was that his mother had called and asked him to take a ride to her studio to sign for a package she was expecting. His mom and dad were out, he wasn’t sure where, and they were evidently running later than expected and wouldn’t make it to the studio before the mailman showed up. Chase would have thou
