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"The girl died? Is that what you’re saying?" My heart dropped. I could feel it pumping so hard that it felt like it would fall out of my chest.

"Not at all. I never saw her dead body, but I think that’s the most possible outcome. There’s a chance she’s still alive." My breathing regained its pace even though I could still hear my pulse in my ears. "She could be alive. I’m alive. "

"How does it make you feel? The idea that it might be a possibility, and how does the event make you feel?" The therapist looked at me with furrowed eyebrows while she clicked a pen against her notebook. "Good, I guess. I love her. I hope they’re all alive, I think. I wouldn’t want them to die. " She wrote something down. I looked around at the painfully white walls and then turned towards the window to my left. The curtains flowed like water. The fabric was floating around in the wind coming through the window.