CHAPTER 19
SABRINA
Breathe.
Just breathe. It'll be okay. You're back where you belong.
And okay.
It's a mantra I repeat to myself while cuddled up, alone, in the middle of a sofa that could fit an army—Lachlan’s sofa, my legs bent and tucked neatly to my chest.
I'm not in that bathroom, being attacked anymore...
So get a grip.
Bits and pieces of that night are floating back to me. Snippets of the nightmare.
I know I was scared.
I know it's the last thing I remember.
Remember standing in the bathroom, looking at myself in the mirror, tense, shaking.
Remember reaching out to put my hand on the sink.
That's when the images begin to return to me.
I don't want to relive them. I can't.
I don't want to feel the fear again.
I don't want to be back in that bathroom.
And I'm not.
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