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TESSA
I gestured at the leg which wasn’t really a leg as we drove through the tall trees, towards Garberville. “Hey, how come you don’t have a limp?” We hoped to uncover some information about Bobby’s disappearance. At least I wished to unearth answers. Every time I mentioned my fiancé’s name, Enzo grimaced in distaste and got quiet.
“I practiced—a lot. Had six months rehab at Landstuhl Medical Center. If I never see another schnitzel, it’ll be too soon.” He gave a crisp nod as he drove. “As a contractor, I was lucky to get into the hospital through connections I had in the military. I probably wouldn’t have survived a flight from Afghanistan to the U.S.”
“You were there alone?” The thought pained me, his laying in a ward, no one to hold his hand or tell him stories, and I bit back t
