The confession was so raw… so unexpected… that for a moment she didn’t know how to respond.
Then confusion flooded in.
“If that’s true…” she whispered, her voice trembling, “why do you resist this so badly?”
Something inside Martin snapped.
His control broke all at once.
“Because I’ve killed people!”
The words exploded into the room like a gunshot.
Lana flinched.
Martin’s chest heaved as if he had been holding that truth inside for years.
“I’m former military,” he said harshly. “Combat units. Black operations.”
The weight in his voice was unmistakable.
“And when you spend years doing things like that… you don’t come back normal.”
Her eyes widened, tears already forming again, as she tried to object, but he cut her off.
“I have PTSD,” he continued roughly. “Nightmares. Episodes
