The next morning, I woke up from what psychologist described as an ordinary anxiety dream: someone I couldn’t see was chasing me, and my legs were so tired that I couldn’t go on. I kept glancing back over my shoulder and begging my feet to move, as the fog behind me resolved itself into a solid shape, a human form. I couldn’t take another step. Lightning stabbed the ground around me: lightning with form, a man’s shape. How is this ordinary? My right shoulder blade felt three times the size of my left. I could barely raise my arm to the level of my chest. If I hadn’t had the good sense (and the good mantras-for-life from Jackie) I’d probably have it in a sling by now. I wanted to call the police. Garrett Tabor had hurt me, and he’d hurt me badly. Whenever I thought of just going ahead and calling, of explaining everything, I thought of those photos of my family blooming on my phone, one after another. What could I tell the police about what Tabor had done to me, without risking some kind of retribution from him?
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