“Name three things you can touch,” he says. “T-the couch.” I inhale and exhale. “The pillow.” Another inhale and exhale. “You.” I force myself not to look away from him, watching intently as Logan swallows before speaking again. “Name three things you can hear.” “I hear…” I pause. “The dishwasher is going.” I can feel my breathing slowing. It’s still irregular but not as rapid as it was before. “The television is on in my bedroom.” Another quick breath. “You.” “Now, name three things you can see,” he says. “You,” I say without missing a beat. My heart is still racing, but my breathing is
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