“I should be.” The words came out a pitch higher than she intended. “I’m not the one who got shot at for a livin’. I’m not the one who’s seen combat. You went through way worse and you’re fine, so I should be fine.”

“That’s not how it works.” His hand stroked through her hair, slow and soothing. “Post-traumatic stress disorder doesn’t care about what you should be able to handle. It just is. And what you went through, watching Jon die, being shot at, thinking you ...