“Honestly no. Dad tried to protect us from all that. He just went quiet, or shoved his head more into work when one of his past colleagues was killed in the line of duty or when another one shot himself. That one was really hard as they were quite close. We knew what had happened and all just banded together as a family, making sure he had food, coffee and drinks in the station when he was home. Talked to him about everything else to keep his mind off it and gave him extra hugs.”
“So you can see the changes? When they're triggered?” I knew what Gypsy meant and shrugged.
“Yes and no. Everyone’s different, of course. He was my dad, so I knew when he was in work mode to dad mode, and even the difference in those sides of him. Being at a one-man meant he was home more than when he was at a b
