Chapter Two
MAJOR DORIC CHARGED out the door.
Fabio heaved his duffel onto his shoulder and scurried out after her, drawing curious glances from the troops still waiting outside.
The major set off through the warren of corridors at a pace Fabio had trouble keeping up with. He felt sick and dizzy. His head hurt. The air was so sharp and dry that it stung the inside of his nose. He was on the verge of asking her to slow down, but another memory flashed through his mind.
He was in a classroom with wooden chairs and tables. Children were standing around him. One in particular was a big boy with a round head atop a thick and short neck. He who shouted, Boys don’t do that. You’re such a girl.
Fabio, in the body of his ten-year-old self, got up and punched the boy in the face. There was a mo
