Fear.

That’s what I felt as soon as the name “Major General Gordon Cresswell” came out of Harm’s mouth. I got the sensation of being strangled, deprived of air.

Not fear for me or my career. Sheer terror at the idea of being shipped off to another billet, away from Harm. The thought brings an honest chill up my spine and makes my stomach turn.

Over the past few months, when it seemed like my world was crashing around me, Harm was the one who kept me sane. His kind words, gentle touch, and unfailing understanding are what convinced me to go on. Without him, I have no idea where I’d be or what condition I’d be in. I need him.

I look over at my partner, who’s asleep with his head against the plane window. I remind myself that I need to be strong, to trust. And I will. It’s all I can do.