I sat down on the edge of the bed.
"It wasn't one thing. It was a culmination of everything that had happened since I got back from the war."
"Which war?" he asked. I tended to think of it as the only war.
"Second World War. Anyway, I was growing weary of being punched and shot at and nearly killed. Working all night and having to sleep half the day. Then, I had a client. A little girl who had hired me to find her father. My recklessness very nearly got her killed. So I walked away after that case."