I came home from war nineteen days early with dust in my boots, a duffel bag on my shoulder, and one stupid hope left in my chest.
I thought I was going to surprise my roommate.
Instead, I found my bedroom door wide open, my bank statements spread across my bed, my dead mother’s house deed under a desk lamp, and Tessa Collins standing in the middle of my room wearing my Army hoodie like a guilty secret.
When she saw me, every drop of blood left her face.
