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up on her. Just touched that small red icon and cut the line right then … but I didn’t.
    “It’s been six years—” she started.
    Damn it! “Yeah, Mom, I know exactly how long it’s been.”
    “Well, it needs to be said,” she asserted.
    “No, no it doesn’t need to be said!”
    “Yes, it does!”
    “No, it doesn’t, Mom, don’t say it.”
    “You need to stop living like this.”
    “Please don’t.”
    “You’re not the one who died, Kate!”
    I winced at the sound of her name in that sentence. I felt that familiar dread spider walk up my spine and ghost over my skin, prickling it to attention. The blood in my body turned to ice water and my heart stopped. This was why I didn’t call her! This was why I didn’t go back home!
    “Holy shit, Mom!”
    “What?!”
    “You just … bring it up like that and then wonder why I never call you or answer your texts!”
    “I want you to face it!” she demanded.
    “I want you to drop it!” I shouted then looked around me to see if anyone could hear me.
    “I won’t drop it, I’m your mother and I love you!”
    “This isn’t love,” I hissed into the phone. “It’s control!”
    I hung up on her and shut my phone off. When I did, I saw more than felt that my hands were shaking. In fact, it was otherworldly, like I was outside of my body looking down on myself. The shaking moved into my arms and legs, and I knew it was going to be a full blown attack. I hadn’t had one in a while, but I could already tell it was coming fast and it was going to be bad.
    Fuck! I had a second class to teach in five minutes.
    “Thanks, Mom,” I whispered. I couldn’t go in there now!
    I groaned as my limbs became numb and my mouth went dust dry.
    She said the name. How could she have said the name? We’ve talked about this!
    Somehow, I managed to call the school and leave a message saying that I’d gotten sick over the morning and wouldn’t be able to make it for my next class. As I hung up, I saw students hurrying across campus.
    Quickly, so no one would see me, I ran around to the back of the building—and caught Sam North taking the last drag off a cigarette before he crushed it into a small steel container.
    “Hey, Jolie!” he said brightly.
    I promptly dropped to my knees and puked up the yogurt and diet soda I’d had for my lunch.
    It was too much! I couldn’t turn it off now! The screams were getting louder and the fire was burning hotter. I felt as if my entire body shook in a frenzy. I went into my brain’s auto-mantra … Do whatever it takes to make it stop.
    Just make it stop … breathe in, breathe out.
    I tried desperately to open the hinges of my briefcase but failed miserably. My hands wouldn’t work right, they were trembling so hard. I cursed.
    “Let me help you with that.”
    “Med … i … cine.” I choked out. “Brief …”
    “I got it.” Sam got down next to me and quickly emptied the contents of my briefcase into the grass. I saw his fingers close around the little plastic bottle that had become my lifeline. “Ativan?” he asked, concerned.
    I nodded. It was all I could do. The scene around me started to spin, literally roll over itself. The vertigo sucked and I knew it was another symptom … another flashback.
    We flipped over and over again, vaulting through the air until the sudden impact. I tasted the blood erupt in my mouth, again.
    But this time the scene was interrupted when I felt a strong hand grip the back of my head and hold it still. Then fingers pushed the little white pill between my lips. It dissolved quickly on my tongue.
    I concentrated on breathing as my head was pressed up against something firm, and I knew someone was holding me—or was it part of the attack? I couldn’t tell. Had arms scooped me up before?
    “You’re going to be okay, Catherine.” The unfamiliar voice said it with such faith, I wanted to believe it. I tried to believe it.
    A moment later, the brick building that was More Hall came back