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lose it. They'd call in the men in the white suits to drag me away. A grown-ass man sitting in the Pizza Corner bawling his eyes out just wouldn't be socially acceptable.
    Right on top of the fear and dread of going back, the guilt hit. A fucking truck load of it. I was my sister's only blood relative, unless you counted some distant cousins whose names I didn't even know. Staying away was incredibly selfish of me. Her kids deserved family. Sure, her husband's parents were still alive, but they had no interest in grandkids, or time for them. For all intents and purposes, I was the only fucking relative those poor kids had.
    But if I went back, even for a day, could I leave Justine alone? Fuck, no.
    The waking nightmare jumped up and kicked my ass. Justine with another man. Justine happy, maybe with another man's kids. Or worse, Justine in a loveless marriage. Which was worse? I had no fucking idea. The vindictive bastard in me hoped she was as miserable as she made me. The part of me that still loved her just wanted her to be happy.
    How sick was that? Fucking bitch cheated on me, apparently before I even got my first buzz-cut in basic. And I still fucking loved her. Alexis assured me it wasn't true, that if Justine was with anyone else, no one knew, but that shrink came up with it somewhere, and where there's smoke, there's fire. It didn't matter anyway. I loved her, and if she needed me, I would be right there, even if it made me less of a man.
    Dog came over and laid his head on my knee with a soft whine. He always did that when my heart hurt so fucking bad I wanted to cut it out of my chest. I ruffled the thick fur and chuckled a little. Satisfied at cheering me up, he wagged and lay down at my feet, waiting for our next move. Good thing I had his fluffy butt to drag me out of my fucking head. If he didn't depend on me to put the kibble in the bowl every day, I might have eaten my gun long ago.
    I choked down the beef stew and a bottle of water as the evening light faded. Cleaning up only occupied a few more minutes. Restless, I called Dog and hiked a few hundred yards along a trail that led away from the road. The dark finally became too thick, and the idea of lying beside a trail for who knows how long with a broken leg sounded like a bad way to end the evening. We headed back to the tent and settled in for the night.
    One thing about camping, it encouraged a man to hit the sack at dark, and get up at first light. The demons of war haunted my nights, so sleep was always elusive at best, but I seemed to manage a little better without a TV, or other people around. On that particular night, I lay awake for a long time, thinking about Alexis and the kids, about Justine and what might have been, and about how I needed to find a place to sit still for a bit.
    I couldn't very well spend the rest of my life just driving around the country, hauling a motorcycle in the back of my pickup, and with only a stray dog named Dog for company. Time to make some fucking decisions.
    The demons that came to torment my sleep were new that night, though not unexpected. I found myself back home, forced to watch Justine happy with first one man, then another. And all of them were my former friends. My muscles locked with fury, but there was nothing I could do. Nothing but watch, and I could never turn away. I spent eternity trapped there, watching her laugh and smile, while my heart shattered to dust.
    I choked awake, to find Dog whining softly. He usually barked, or nudged at me, until I woke up when a nightmare caught me in its web. This time, though, he stood by the zipped tent flap, vibrating with tension.
    I came wide awake in a heartbeat, and listened intently while I picked up my 9mm. Not much made Dog that nervous, so I had to assume we had prowlers.
    Moving as silently as possible, I destroyed my tent by slicing the back side of it open and slipping out into the night. The moon hung high and nearly full, so I had no trouble seeing where