WHEN THE DOOR CLICKED behind Nik, I exhale, slump into the chair, and agonize about the mysterious email. I"ve never told Nikki about the off-campus party black-out because I"m too ashamed. The only person who knows is Lisa, my college roommate. Nikki would have blamed me for being gullible enough to attend a stranger"s party. Mom and dad would have chastised me and worried unnecessarily. They didn"t have a clue what was wrong when I came home for winter break and refused to return to school. I couldn"t go back. Every time I thought about that party, I"d have an anxiety attack.
Mom dragged me to the doctor, but I didn"t need a professional diagnosis to reveal I was having anxiety attacks related to memory loss. I pleaded with the doctor not to say anything to mom, explaining I wanted to t
