Cold Cases and Bitter Enemies

An unknown enemy wanted to take everything from us.

Graves

I'd spent all my forty-plus years paying for mistakes when I'd simply been human. Living in the shadow of my friend's happiness grew harder every day. I didn't mind being the odd one out. I didn't mind being considered the unlovable strait-laced-ish one to their mayhem. Acceptance after a lifetime of not measuring up was nice. I'd found my rhythm and my place among the weirdness of my unit. That was until Marcel Douglas, the new ego-m...