"What do you want to do?" Frankie asked you as you two stood in the kitchen. The girls were asleep already and this had been the fourth time since he came back from a mission with his veteran friends, empty-handed, and with more trauma than you can handle, that you had this conversation.

"I don't know." You said as you looked down. You had been dealing with his mood swings, his PTSD, and now his middle of the night nightmares that sometimes woke the whole house up. You were drained and exhausted from both your two little girls and now your husband.

"I can go stay with Santiago." Frankie offered, he didn't want to fight or say something they'd regret later. "We can talk tomorrow."