CHAPTER FOURTEEN
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Oh, no! Angie thought as she returned home and saw Peter once again sitting in their living room, eyes wide, smoking nervously. What happened?!
“Honey?” she asked, fearing he might have been triggered by something and had a relapse. Peter had been doing so well the past week or so, with his good mood back to normal and no nightmares for several nights. He’d been preparing himself to go back to work and to see the surviving staff members. Angie had feared there might be something about seeing his colleagues again that could bring back all his horrific memories. When she walked in and saw those wide-open, unseeing eyes, Angie thought her worst fears had come true, especially because Peter had called her midafternoon to say he was heading home early.
She let out a long
