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Philadelphia

Three Months Later

He forced himself to breathe slowly until he felt his chest ease. It was the third time he’d had the dream. He thought it was a warning. He’d tried to tell his dad after the first dream, but he couldn’t anymore. Sasha would give him that look, whisper in his dad’s ear that Tash was making it all up, tell his dad he should find a shrink for him. That’s what he’d heard her say the last time, a shrink. He knew his dad was already worried about him. Tash would look up sometimes and see his dad staring at him, confusion and uncertainty in his eyes.