Chapter 13: TrappedIt was several minutes before I could even get myself into a sitting position. Then I sat, my head still swimming, holding onto the wrought iron railing, confused and devastated.
What the eff was going on here?
When I had recovered enough to pull myself to my feet, I stood on my front stoop, staring out at my front yard and the street scene in general. Everything was peaceful. Quiet. And very normal, completely benign. I closed my eyes and breathed deeply.
Okay, I told myself. Let’s just see.
I took a cautious step down, holding onto the railing, and stopped on the next step for several seconds. I repeated the operation carefully, and again, so at last I was standing my front path: concrete slabs that ran straight to the sidewalk.
Simple enough!
Gingerly, letting g
