Renz's POV
After leaving the office, I was still upset at my superior officers, and I stormed away. However, I was conscious of the fact that they had expected me to leave in irrational wrath and emotional flurry.
They wanted me to get medical attention. Therapy? Me? As a Navy Seal, I developed my independence and self-reliance. In the end, I didn't ask for help.
It was bad enough that I was forced to return to the United States because of a horrific occurrence that occurred in Afghanistan. My job was everything to me. Riding my bike around was incredible, and this was despite the fact that I had just been back home for two weeks. I saw that I was becoming more and more agitated. In the parking lot, I saw the brightly colored Harley and roared the engine before turning into the road,
