news. Seconds passed and Sigmund just stared at me. I watched his mind struggle to grip the reality of what I confessed.  

“That’s not…”

“Possible?” I concluded. “It is. It happened. I was there.”

“You’re sure?”

For a moment, I was tempted to show him the healing scars but I knew Sigmund. Seeing that much damage would send him straight into freak out mode. Not that I could blame him. I was still freaking out and I had hours to process it.

“I’m sure, Sig.”

Slowly, he sank into the chair in front of the waiting mug, and rubbed a hand over his head. It came down over his face and ended by smoothing his fingers over his goatee.

“What happened?”

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