After Frankie's latest job with the boys he came back worse than how he left. His anxiety was through the roof, his PTSD didn't let him sleep at night, sometimes he would wake up in the middle of the night screaming. It was bad, the worst you've seen him. You've tried to be supportive, you really have. But having a toddler who constantly craves attention and on top of that having to take care of your husband is taking a toll on you.

Tonight, like the last 3 nights, Frankie woke up screaming. He sat up, leaning his back on the headboard and bringing his head to his hands. He didn't say anything, his labored breathing the only sound in the room. He wasn't the same and you didn't know how to help.