Evans was helpless. He thought he would never experience this again. He always tried to avoid falling in love. And yet, it happened again. Evans was terrified. As he hugged Caitlyn, the image of Anastasia dying in the swimming pool returned.
"I'm traumatized in my head," Evans said. "I've already told you about it."
"You didn't tell me everything. There must be something you're covering up."
Evans was pensive. He didn't like being judged like that. He didn't like having to remember things that made him weak.
"Evans!" Dylan forced his brother to speak.
"I'll never forget that day, Dylan. The day Anastasia died in my arms. The doctor said I had PTSD and the trauma of getting my head shot off."
Dylan was stunned. He knew something was wrong with his brother for a long time, but Dylan ha
