Chapter 38

"You said that the tortures within the community would look like child's play near your military training," Erick pondered in a low voice, still skirting my scar with his index finger. The thin hair between my breasts shivered inside the cropped. "I thought I was just finding each other.

"I've been through a lot of things," I said with a knot forming in my throat. He raised his eyes, keeping his hand where it was. "The training was the least, although staying with the lower parts of the body in raw flesh and sitting in a bowl of brine is not something easy to forget, it is much worse when you are in combat. Because the mind turns off, but when it comes back, each police officer needs to choose a way to camouflage the feelings and horrors seen.

Picasso just nodded.

"What's yours?

I gestured with my shoulders, as if I wasn't talking about my constant episodes of frustrated attempts to contain stress and fea