When you came back from Europe after the war, you were different. Hell, everyone was—but, Rosie didn’t fail to see the changes. You were awake at odd hours of the night, creeping on tiptoes through your shared Brooklyn apartment—though, he never said anything. Until now.

He slipped out of bed, walking toward the guest bedroom where he knew you hid. He found on sitting on the edge of the bed, back to the door, looking out the window. He let out a shuddering breath. He knew you struggled.