He started with my neck and shoulders, unknotting the tension that had built up there. My back was next. There was a sense of release. I’d read that grief and trauma could lodge themselves into the body, tightening your muscle tissue, locking your joints, haunting your spine. I’m sure it was only my imagination but Cary’s hands seemed to be hunting down these parts of me that had been stunned into paralysis, unlocking me like one of those three-dimensional wooden puzzles. He was mostly gentle but also knew when and where to firm up and go in deep. I felt myself yield to him, unwinding and
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...and falling in luuuv
