Knox chews, looking me up and down. “Don’t startle her.” “What?” “Don’t come out of nowhere and surprise her. Don’t touch her when she’s not aware of your presence. She has a bad reaction to that.” A few things click into place — the way she jumps slightly then instantly hides it, the way she was breathing heavily as she sought refuge in that closet. She has some sort of attacks. But she didn’t have them when I pinned her to the wall. Was it because she was already aware of me? I fully face Knox. “What’s the reason?” “Childhood trauma.”
