Erin’s face softened. “You said he has PTSD,” she said.
I nodded, and leaned back in her chair.
“My dad was a vet and he had that same look on his face when he thought no one was looking. You do too a little bit, but Caleb’s face really reminds me of my dad’s sometimes.”
“I’m sorry,” I said, reaching over to lay my hand on hers. She sighed and twisted her hand around so we held hands.
“Thank you,” she replied, giving me a sad smile. A moment passed in which Erin seemed to be deep in thought. “Well, if we’re laying all our cards on the table, then I have something to tell you. I fibbed a little when I said I was on vacation. I mean, I am technically on vacation, but I actually live in Vegas. But I’m sure you already knew that. Right?”
Sheepishly, I said, “Yeah, I do.”
“I’m you don’t k
