People are staring at me. I’m pacing the length of the waiting room like a caged animal, ready to spring at anything that may stray too close. Air whistles through my nostrils and my chest heaves. I can’t get enough air. I’m suffocating. I can’t breath.
The fear is choking me.
Sam’s blood is dried on the waistband of my jeans
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