Loïc“She’s in no way perfect. Yet, at the same time, she’s absolutely perfect for me.”
—Loïc Berkeley
The men leisurely file out of the room that we use for our weekly PTSD meetings. The room isn’t very inviting with its stark white walls and interrogation-like bright fluorescent lights, but this is the room that the VA has available.
“See you next week, sir,” one of the newer guys says to me.
“See you next week,” I reply.
My attention goes to Tommy, who hasn’t moved since he arrived here an hour ago. He normally waits until most people have left before he navigates his wheelchair out. But his eyes seem even more vacant than usual today. He barely said two words during our meeting, which in itself isn’t any different than the other meetings he’s attended over the last seven months. Ye
