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I woke up feeling more nervous than I ever had. It was the kind of anxiety that didn’t just stay still, it crawled under my skin and penetrated through my veins.
The nerves were worse than I had expected. My palms were damp, my throat dry, my heartbeat loud enough to drown out my thoughts.
I swept my palm over my face before sitting on my bed, with my arms wrapped around my knees, staring faintly at the mirror.
I had spent last night going over everything, trying to figure out the best way to do this without raising suspicions. I couldn’t afford to be reckless, if not with anything, but not with this.
I took my shower right when everyone was asleep and probably having a nice dream.
I sat quietly and paid attention.
Dad never left without his usual routine. Morning coffee, a quick check of his emails, and then out to service his car engine. I knew every sound, even in my soap. I was so attuned to his movements that I could time them down to the second.
I held my breath when I
