“Can you tell us what happened?” Barbara tries, like she’s tossing me an easy one, something I should be able to explain. “I was lost,” I say, the first time I’ve spoken the word. My voice cracks around it, either because I’m too proud to admit it or because it’s so damn terrifying, even now that I’m safe. Because I knew, every time I left my house for the woods, that it could kill me. I just never believed it would try. “The world is not tame,” I tell Barbara, and she nods like maybe she gets it as she wraps a blood-pressure cuff around my arm, then swaps it out for a different one. Judging
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