When I make it there safely, I check all the locks on the windows and triple-check the front door, to make sure they’re secure.
It’s stuffy in the studio with all the windows closed, but I’ll suffer for safety. A text message vibrates, and I jump. Larissa wants to know what happened with Reid. I reply and fill her in, and then turn the phone off. Crawling into bed, I settle under the covers.
My mind’s still spinning, so I turn my phone back on. I go to YouTube, and search for a calming meditation video. Soon, the binaural beats are softly sounding through my brain, and I drift off to sleep.
When I wake, I’m fully rested. For a minute, with the early morning sunshine coming in, I’m elated. It’s Saturday, and I’m in my very own studio apartment in S...

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