“Everyone saw you lose it,” I whisper, doing my best to mentally block the pain like I have countless times before. It’s usually as easy as building a mental wall around the pulsing torment in my body, then telling myself the pain only exists in that box so I can’t feel it, but it isn’t working so well this time. “I didn’t lose it.” He kicks the door three times when we reach it. “You shouted and carried me out of there like I mean something to you.”
