Chapter 70

• Chapter Seventy
• “Really? What reason would there be for you having a bullet hole in your shoulder, or Michael having nightmares every single night, or Izzy stiffening at the sound of loud noises or me adding a bummed shoulder and a few more ribs to my file of broken body parts. What exactly is the universe trying to tell us Dave?”
• Dave sighed. He was giving up on that venture. Maria was determined to carry another load on her shoulders.