It was the one thing Ricardo had never wanted Michelle Bowman to know about him.
His weakness.
Pathetic man that he was, he’d shattered there in the jungle. Would have told them anything. Tried to tell them everything.
But they hadn’t cared. All they wanted was his pain.
His body finally worked again, mostly. He’d tackled physical therapy with the same focus a Unit operator brought to every challenge. His minimum day now was three hours of workout and a 5K run. The pain was…manageable. The mental s**t? He’d thought he’d had that blocked.
:I can’t…trust myself.:
:That’s okay, I trust you.:
:Just proved that s**t wrong.:
:No.: Michelle leaned back against the horse stall. When the horse stuck its head back out, she reached out to scrub at the animal’s cheek. The horse sighed happily
