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I gasped awake, like I’d just rescued myself from drowning.
“Cara?” Dr. Mayer said. “Are you all right?” He knelt beside me and took my pulse.
No, I wasn’t all right. My body was drenched in sweat, I was cold, I was shaking—far from all right.
“You came out on your own,” he said. “Can you tell me what happened?”
I shook my head. The tears were starting to flow in this life, too. I couldn’t stand it anymore. It was too awful. Her life was too awful.
Dr. Mayer helped me sit up. He wrapped the blanket tighter around me and handed me a glass of water. I took a few sips.
“Can you talk?” he asked.
I took a breath and nodded.
“What happened? The last thing you said was ‘You.’ What did you see? Who was it?”
It took me a while, but I told him everything. Turns out I hadn’t said David’s
