CHAPTER EIGHT
“Come on, Lizzie, give me five extra ones,” the physical therapist challenged. “You can do this.”
Lizzie grunted with effort and completed five more push-ups, then rolled onto her back, panting but satisfied with herself. It had been almost twelve weeks since the raid, and she’d busted her a*s to get to the point where she could pass the rigorous physical exam that would lead back to full unrestricted duty. Today was the trial run. Tomorrow would be the real thing.
“Nice work, girl,” Theresa, the therapist told her. “I think you’re gonna do fine tomorrow.”
“Here’s hoping, Theresa,” she confided. “I am so ready to not be riding a desk anymore.”
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