Chapter 95
Two months passed.
Adrian was there for every doctor's appointment. Every ultrasound. Every moment.
He was trying. Really trying. To be present. To heal. To be the father and partner they needed.
But the nightmares came. Every night. Romania. Konstantin. The men he'd killed. The blood on his hands.
She'd wake to find him on the floor. Back against the wall. Weapon in hand. Scanning for threats that weren't there.
"It's okay," she'd say. Every time. "You're safe. We're safe. Konstantin is dead."
"I know. I know that. But my body doesn't." Adrian would put the weapon down. Come back to bed. "I'm sorry. I keep waking you."
"Don't apologize. Just, maybe we should get you help. Real help. A therapist."
"I don't need..."
"You do. We all do." She was firm. "What we've been th
