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concerns. One by one, blow them out as if they were candle flames."
    Bailey had never realized how relaxing his new doctor’s voice was. He did as he was told, listening to the slow, rhythmic hum of the low voice, allowing his instructions to push away his thoughts.
    Soon, he floated upward, leaving the cozy confines of Dr. Phillips’ office, drifting back, back into his past, to his childhood. His mother smiled, and he knew the world was right. He’d had a full day; he’d completed his morning tasks and had played the rest of the day.
    "Go get your father. He’s been gone a while now.”
    Bailey watched her kneading bread and thought her an angel, with her blonde hair and her milky complexion. "Yes, Mom."
    "What's happening, Bailey? Where are you?" The doctor’s voice intruded.
    "I'm in the fields at the back of our house, looking for my dad. Mom told me to call him. He's late for dinner."
    "Can you see your father, Bailey? Keep going until you see him."
    Bailey ran through the same fields he'd played in his whole life, fields at the back of his house. Bailey could smell the grass, the earth and the wildflowers as the soft breeze blew against his face. "Yes, I can see him, not far from the house and he’s with someone. Can't make out who he’s with."
    "What do you do now, Bailey?"
    "I slow down, don't want to make him angry again by disturbing him. He wouldn't take too kindly to being told mom wants him to come inside, not in front of someone else.” Bailey knew that the last thing he wanted to do was set off one of his dad’s rages.
    "Okay, can you see what's happening, Bailey? Get close enough to see what you're father's up to, but stay out of sight."
    "I don't.... I don't want to go any closer." Bailey thrashed on the couch. "He's fighting that man now. Got his hands around his throat, making the man's face turn purple."
    "You're safe, Bailey. It's okay."
    "Can't breath.... Oh, no, no."
    "What is it? What's wrong?"
    "Dad turned and saw me. He knows I saw him hurt the man. Got to get away, he looks angry. Don't let him get me."
    "You’re safe, Bailey. No one can hurt you."
    "He, he's chasing me through the long grass back toward the house."
    “You’re safe, Bailey, no one can hurt you.”
    “He’s telling me to stop, but I’m too scared and I am running.” Bailey was running through the tall grass at the back of his childhood home. The top of his shirt was grabbed from behind, and he was scooped up and stowed under his father’s arm. He struggled to free himself, but it was no use.
    “Can’t get away, he’s got me.”
    "Bailey, listen to my voice. What did you do?”
    Soon he was in darkness. He was in his home, shut in the large cupboard off from the kitchen. “Don't lock me in here. It's dark and cold. Let me out, please daddy."
    "Where are you, Bailey?"
    "I'm in our house, locked in a cupboard. Won't let me out, it's been ages, maybe days. I cry and cry, but he won't let me out. I think of the man with the purple face. He's dead, I know he is.” Images and sounds flooded Bailey’s mind.
    “I can hear Mom begging for him to let me out. She talks to me through the door when he's out, telling me everything will be okay. But when she's out, Dad tells me if I ever tell a soul about what I saw, he'll take Mom away from me." Bailey sobbed like the child he once was, about the fear, the threat, and the childhood stolen by his own father.
    "Okay, that's enough for now, Bailey. I'm counting backward and when I reach one, you will wake, refreshed. You will remember everything and it will no longer upset you.”
    "No longer upset me," Bailey repeated through sobs.
    “Five, four, three...you're waking up, hearing me clearer... two ... you're in the room with me, on the couch... one...open your eyes.”
    Bailey remembered all of what he had just replayed in his mind, but at the same time felt calm and not afraid. "He did all of that, I remember now. As if it were yesterday. There was no bed in that room, and