As I lay in the dark, against the stone floor, my mind refuses to rest. It’s like someone left every door and window in my head open and the wind is howling through, carrying fragments of memories, feelings, fears. None of it is cohesive.

One minute I’m reliving the battlefield. The next, I see Valeria’s face twisted in anguish, her hand reaching for something, or someone, just out of reach. Then I see her with him. With Ramsey.

I squeeze my eyes shut tighter, trying to will it all away, ...