Chapter 5

“I know. But I don’t know what to do. I don’t. How am I supposed to sleep when I have nothing but nightmares? And sometimes…the flashbacks aren’t even the worst part. Sometimes…I keep losing time. It’s just gone. Minutes or hours. And I’m trying…”

The fingers on his chin loosened, some of the flint in Gideon’s eyes softening at the same time. “I know you’re trying. But maybe it’s time to admit you need more than I can give you.”

Jesse frowned. “What do you mean?”

“I mean…” Letting him go, Gideon stood and edged around Jesse, pacing the length of the bed behind him. “I know we tried therapy when we got back from New York, and I know the meds you got weren’t good. But there are others out there, others you haven’t tried. Something has to work.”