Sitting in my office at Healing Wings an hour later, there's a light knock on my open door. Standing in the doorway is Sutton. "Hey, friend. Long time no see." I try to hide the hurt in my voice unsuccessfully.
"I'm sorry I haven't been around. I had reserve training and have been gone the last couple weeks. Don't be mad."
I had forgotten she was out of town and now feel like a total ass. It's not like she can tell Uncle Sam she's going to be a no-show. "I'm sorry. I'm not mad."
"What's got you down then?"
I hand her the stack of bills, not just medical, but the bills from the condo, the house, utilities, cell phones, and everything in between. She looks through them, looking up with pity in her eyes.
"Don't do that, Sutton."
"Do what?"
"Look at me like I'm pathetic. I'm going to be
