Successful mission. Millions of dollars earned. But at what cost?

Bennett had lost colleagues —and there was nothing she could do to stop it. The fear of losing someone again haunted her, even far from the battlefield.

Coming home with you helped her. But when night fell, the insomnia, the nightmares —they wouldn’t let her rest. She’d sit at the edge of the bed, unable to stop thinking, silent tears slipping down her face.

This time, you stayed with her, knowing that the physical pain she spoke of wasn’t nearly as strong as the one in her mind.

“I thought that if I came home to you, things would quiet down,” Zora confessed in a whisper. She couldn’t look at you —she hated when you saw her like this. "But my head..." she sighed. “I guess it’s still back there.”