Rule Number 5

If you could fix anything about your world, if you could make it perfect―what would you do? Get a haircut? Lose those love handles? Squelch that vague feeling that you can’t quite put into words until you glance around your house, your life, your universe and she isn’t there any more and for some reason, you wish you were dead. But she is alive. You own a gun. You have Navy SEAL training. You know The Rules. And you know who to blame. That change you want―nothing’s stopping you.