They Never Get Easier

We were facing each other lying in bed. I was trying not to panic and his face was so close to mine I could feel his breath as he shushed me like a baby. The calming swoosh of air against my cheek. He was saying, "You're okay Megan. I've got you. I'm right here" over and over...

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