No matter when or where, we had each other, and that was all we’d ever need. But when it was time to prove it? To put up or shut up? To stand together as a team, us against the world? I blew it. Tossed it in the air like a hand grenade with a lit fuse and bolted from the line of fire. Knowing that is punishment enough to last a lifetime, especially if it causes damage to us that’s too deep to repair. There’s only one way to find out.
