I fight the urge to shut down. But I can’t. I can’t let Cassie see me like this. I have to move, have to keep going. I throw all my sheets into the washing machine first, then grab my coat, slip on my boots, and walk to the back door. My whole body is trembling, and I haven’t even opened it yet. I never go outside at night. Something about the dark, about the shape of the trees. It makes me see things. Makes me remember things.
