Atlas wasn’t just my dog.
After two tours in Iraq, the nightmares had followed me home like ghosts that refused to leave. Loud noises, crowded spaces, sudden flashes of light—any one of them could send my heart racing, my lungs tightening until breathing felt impossible.
Atlas had been trained for exactly those moments.
He could sense panic before it took hold.
He could stop flashbacks before they swallowed me whole.