Chapter 47

If he’d died in Afghanistan though, he wouldn’t have seen Mom again. He wouldn’t have seen Charlie again, or met Lennox, or made love with Quinn again. Of course he was glad to be alive

“How does your shoe stay on?” Lennox asked curiously.

Aaron peeled his sock down. “There’s a fake foot so I can wear shoes. You can get prosthetics that are shaped like real legs too, but I didn’t like those. They look weird to me.”

Lennox hummed thoughtfully and reached out to touch the titanium. “Is it heavy?”

“No, it’s pretty light,” Aaron said. “It’s about the same as a leg would weigh.”

He smiled as Lennox lifted his feet off the floor, testing how much his legs weighed.

Aaron gripped the arm of the couch and pulled himself to his feet. He grinned at Lennox as he headed for the kitchen. “Come on. Let’s make some sandwiches or something, huh?”

“Okay,” Lennox said, darting to his feet again. Then he stopped suddenly and stared out the front window. “That’s that truck again.”