“After closing a case…it takes me back to Afghanistan. Most people use shell-shock to describe something instant. An explosive shock in the moment. But that’s not what it is. It’s the combination of dull weariness and constant keyed-up tension that comes with living twenty-four seven in the middle of active warfare. And when you step out of it…” He shook his head. “You don’t fit in the world anymore. You don’t know how to fit in the world.” He slid his hands into the pockets of the slacks, shrugging. “I always need a day after cases like this. Just to remind myself where my edges are.”
