Chapter 11
Michael thought it would get easier, now that he knew what was wrong with Terri, what had been eating at her all these weeks. PTSD was no laughing matter, and he wasn’t even sure what was triggering her episodes. What he did know was that he loved her, no matter what, and he was damn well going to stick with her through this. No prosthetic leg, no PTSD, was going to change that. But his devotion, and having a label to stick to her behavior, didn’t make things easier. At least not during that first week.
He wanted to help her, wanted to carry her, physically and emotionally, until she could stand on her own again. He wanted to make things as easy for her as possible, simply because he loved her, but convincing her that he would have been just as doting and overbearing if she wa
