Sarah sighed. “I’m not saying they will. I’m just trying to understand him.”

“I know.” She tapped her chin. “He chose medication and it seemed to help him.” She paused and shook her head, then cleared her throat. “So, what did you do over there in Kabul?”

“I’m an investigative journalist.”

“Ah. That explains a lot.” Sarah raised a brow and the doctor smiled. “Your inquisitive nature.”

“Oh right. Yeah.” Other questions surfaced. “Do you know who Dustin was hanging around? Who his friends were? Who he may have confided in?”

“He talked a lot about your brother, Caden, and he mentioned you quite a bit. He was very concerned about you, but when I tried to press for more information, he shut down.”

“I see. Anything or anyone else?”

Mel hesitated, then walked behind her desk and picked up a pen and paper. “There was a woman. Her name was Dr. Helen Craft.” She wrote on the paper and folded it. “Dustin talked about her quite a bit. He said he met her in Afghanistan and said he was surprised that she lived only an hour away from him. He looked her up when he moved home, and they had some group counseling sessions together.”

“She was a good friend of his?”

“I’m not sure of the nature of their relationship, but yes, I know he cared about her. She . . . uh . . . killed herself about three weeks before Dustin did.”

“What?” Sarah whispered. She took the paper the doctor held out. Had Dustin mentioned her to Caden?

Mel hesitated. “Look, I’m not supposed to discuss patients, but Helen was different. One thing she made very clear is that she wanted to get better and she wanted to help people. She told her story to anyone who would listen, anyone who she thought needed to hear what she was experiencing in order to make a difference. So, I know she would be completely fine with me sharing this.”

“Okay,” Sarah said.