Almost didn't say it but then I did. Voice shaking like a leaf in a hurricane, but the words came out. Dr. Reeves would be proud, I guess. But the tightness in my hands after, like trying to wring out a dishrag that's already bone dry, that's the part I didn't expect. It's like the echo of the word leaving my throat keeps vibrating in my bones, a low hum that won't let me rest, a tiny tremor that goes right through you.