She misses the quiet of the woods behind her father’s house. Not the muffled half quiet of her apartment building, where you can hear each neighbor cook and fight and watch their shows, but something larger, more expansive. Certainly nothing like the office at the Emergency Management Department, where a constant drumbeat of anxiety runs through everything. She loves working there, yes, the feeling of her brain at top gear, moving quickly and subconsciously while she monitors five videos and at least two text feeds, while responding to the messages that come in from her boss at the same time.
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