I sank into the chair and looked the doctor in the eye. “I’ve been talking to my best friend as a coping mechanism for the stress, the deployments, the . . . everything.” He nodded, leaning back in his chair. “That sounds pretty normal.” “Yeah, except he’s been dead for four years. Think you can help me?” I gripped my knees and waited for his answer. “Yes,” he said. “I think I can help you.”
Oh WOW! So Torres has been dead the entire time?! What a fantastic twist!
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