"Well, it’s clear to see what lies at the nebula of your PTSD. Do tell me about Milo."
The corner of Vivian’s mouth twitched in response to that name. “Milo?”
“Yes. Your ex-boyfriend. The man who butchered his way through Prague and set his sights on you and Camilla.” Vivian nervously crossed her legs.
“What is there to say about him? I met him at the University Hospital when I was enrolled in the nursing program. We dated for three or four months before I learned his true identity. He turned out to be the long lost twin brother that Camilla never...