Sometimes I can't breathe in this goddamn place; my chest feels like sand. I don't understand what's happening. I was too cold and too long outside. I can't understand the clean sheets, the sweet-smelling bedspread, the food that sits before me in the cafeteria, magical and warm.
I start to panic, shake, choke, and Louisa, she comes up very close to me in our room, where I'm wedged in the corner. Her breath on my face is tea-minty. She cups my cheek and even that makes me flinch.
She says, "Little one, you're with your people."
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