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I reached the mudroom. Pulled the keys from the hook by the back door.
The tremor hit my right hand as my fingers closed around the key ring. Fine motor, barely visible. But I felt it—that deep vibration in the bones, the wire pulled too tight. I gripped the keys until the metal bit into my palm. The tremor didn’t stop. It just had nowhere to go.
The hives were crawling over my shoulders and down my chest now, each one rising under my shirt and the wrap aroundmy sides with that itch-burn that no amount of training could override.
It was my body’s answer to what I was doing. The same answer every time. Stay inside. Stay safe. Stay in the box where nothing can touch you and you can’t touch anything and the screens can show you whatever they want because you don’t have todoanything about it.
I put my hand on the door.
Ninety miles north, in a building I could see on a satellite feed but couldn’t reach from this room, there were children.
I opened the door and walked into the night.
