He frowned. "You thought I'd just come back here and it would all be okay?" Swallowing hard, he looked away. "Guess I'm not surprised. Everyone thought that. Like by getting on that plane it would all just go away, like it never happened. Like I'd be able to explain why I keep the lights on or why I won't take my shirt off unless I'm alone. Why I have to know what's going on around me all the time, to the point that I'm never focused on anything."

With a shudder, he clenched one hand into a fist on her back. "They don't tell you how to handle any of that. And they don't tell your family what to expect."