The woods were my refuge, but they were her worst nightmare. No matter how hard I tried, I couldn't escape the crippling memories the war left on me. Most days, I could barely function. I didn't regret serving my country, but sometimes I wondered if it would have been better if I had never come home. She came stumbling out of the woods, broken and barely alive. The fear in her eyes was unmistakable. Who was this woman? I needed answers, but she was too scared of whoever was after her. So, she stayed with me, trying to recover from whatever hell she'd been through. It gave me something to focus on, someone to help when I couldn't help myself. And in her, I found my salvation. Everything about her drew me in until I couldn't let go.