ANNA:
I feel sick to my stomach. I don’t know what is going on, but I know that it is not good. The entire drive home is a blur. I do not even remember turning on the car. I climb out of the car and walk to the couch, collapsing and kicking off my shoes. My adrenaline is running out and I am now in the crash phase of my panic attack. I close my eyes and without even thinking about it, I fall asleep. I am awoken a short time after by the buzzing of my phone in my back pocket. I yank it out and answer without checking who it is first.
“Hello?”
“Anna? Are you sleeping?” Fredo’s voice comes through the line and my soul instantly calms.
“Hi. Yes. I was just really tired from my day today. I came home and sat on the couch and fe
