Cold Interrogation

Evening approached. Sloane was accompanied by a psychiatrist who sat in a chair near the bed, a notebook resting on their lap.

The initial question was simple. “How is your breathing? Do you feel any shortness of breath?”

Sloane drew a slow breath, then shook her head.

“No… only sometimes it feels heavy when I remember what happened.”

The psychiatrist made a note, then continued. “What about your