“My nightmares have returned,” I blurt, wasting no time. “They started the first night I was back on campus, and they’re getting stronger. I’m afraid I won’t be able to keep up with my assignments if they don’t stop.” The more I say, the tighter his brow grows, the more concern brims in his eyes. “I’m sorry to hear you’re having nightmares. Are they about your father?” Dropping my eyes to my lap, I nod. “My father, my cousin, the violence I endured after he was killed when I was sent to live with my uncle.” He flinches as if from a memory. “Childhood trauma can be difficult to overcome. Mental
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