Marcie
“Hey, Lily! You gotta listen to me,” Theresa says.
That doesn’t make any sense. She left. And why is my face wet? I cried all my tears out days and days ago. Something harsh and fast echoes around my room. I run my hands through my hair—
And find it’s braided, something I never had enough hair for. Had. Back in high school.
“Come on, Lily, breathe,” Theresa says. “You’re scaring me.”
I crack one of my eyes open. Dark wood railing. Shelves behind me. Book titles in French. Dana’s voice whispers in my ear, coaxing me through a simple grounding exercise.
Inhale. I’m in the library at Ardent.
Exhale. The movement of the railing in front of me is my own rocking.
Inhale. Theresa’s voice is coming through the phone crushed between my shoulder and my ear.
Exhale. It’s been six year
