“He came out of nowhere. He pointed his weapon at Henry.”
 
 It had been a split-second decision.
 
 “You saved Henry’s life,” said Cole softly.
 
 “I know, but…”
 
 I’d killed someone so young.
 
 “How are we just meant to go on?” My words flowed in a torrent. “How are we meant to see all that? Do those things and have any sense of peace ever again?”
 
 “I’m sorry,” he said softly.
 
 “You take a life. You save a life? What does it all mean? I trained for it. I know that. But nothing prepares you for…”
 
 “The men who set that boy on that path,” he said calmly. “Do you think they hold responsibility?”
 
 “Yes. No. I don’t know.”
 
 “Of course, they do.”
 
 “They were murdering indiscriminately. We did the best we could to bring some semblance of peace.”
 
 “How many lives did you save?”
 
 “Too many to count.”
 
 “You’re a hero, Shay. You have to see yourself as we do.”
 
 “Will I ever learn to live with this truth?”
 
 “This is a good start, Lieutenant.” Cameron leaned forward. “You left something of yourself back in Afghanistan. Let’s keep going with more sessions. Let’s get that man home.”
 
 I gave a slow, steady nod. He was right. I’d come this far, faced this much—and I was deserving of the help being offered.
 
 My shoulders dropped and I mulled over what all this meant.
 
 I had so much work to do if I wanted to recover from this trauma.
 
 Doing this alone was impossible.
 
 Maybe this was what De Sade had tried to tell me. I would need help to deal with these demons.
 
 “Thank God for friends,” I said.
 
 “You risked your life for yours, Shay.” Cameron pushed to his feet and offered me his hand. “Now it’s our turn to put you first.”
 
 I stood before him. “Thank you for not giving up on me.”
 
 “Never.”
 
 “Henry will be pleased. He knew I couldn’t face this alone.”
 
 “And you never will have to,” said Cole.
 
 Something dark inside me had lifted.
 
 A part of me had cracked, and for the first time I felt light flooding in.