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Juniper
She couldn’t freak out. She didn’t have time for panic or being overwhelmed, and she certainly didn’t have time for the tears and the blubbering. That didn’t stop the tears from rolling down her face.
She f****d up. Badly.
Don’t panic.
Don’t.
Just stop.
Right, because her force of will could stop her heart pounding or the cold chills.
Helplessness nearly won out, as much as she hated that feeling of inadequacy and impotence. Life dealt her horrible surprises but other than that morning of the fire, Juniper had never been paralyzed with inaction.
Gradually she grew aware of the household sounds, the hum of the refrigerator or the whirr of the aging PlayStation. Ordinary noises filtered in, as if this was just another day and not the worst day of her life. Definitely worse
