The silence after you realize the bad thing isn't happening again... and all the things you braced for, the arguments you made in your head, the escape routes you planned... nowhere to put them. like the quiet in my hands, but bigger. a house full of quiet. empty space and empty hands... like what do i do with all this wanting and not needing to protect anything. think i'll go run. maybe that'll use some of it up. Dr. Kim said something last week about... what was it... post-traumatic growth or something, scout's been extra clingy. wonder if she senses the shifting in the ground or if she just likes springtime