She crouches in front of me, placing her hands on my knees. “Hey. Look at me.” I do. My eyes burn. I don’t know if I’m about to cry or pass out. Maybe both. Mia squeezes my knees gently. “Breathe.” I inhale, but it’s shaky. She nods. “Good. Again.” I do. It doesn’t help. “Mia,” I cry, swallowing hard. “What do I do?” She doesn’t answer right away, which is for the best. I know she doesn’t really have the answer to this problem. Even if she did, nothing she could say would feel right. “Well first, you process. You take a second to freak out. You let yourself feel whatever you need to feel.” I
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