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I called back. Mila handed me a pen. “Outpatient rehab three times a week,” she said. “Regular EEGs. Mandatory check‑ins with me before you plug into anything more complicated than a toaster.” “What about hair dryers?” I asked, signing. “Absolutely not,” she said. “Those things are death traps.” She sobered. “I’m serious, Clara,” she said. “Just because you *can* think at speeds that make my grad professors cry doesn’t mean you should use that as your first line of attack every time. Your brain needs recovery time like any other injured organ.”

"You believed her." "Because it was true." She stopped. "I used to go to people's homes and mentally renovate them the entire time I was there. That wall should open up. This window is in the wrong place. That ceiling is too low. I couldn't just sit and be present. My brain wouldn't stop rebuilding everything. I couldn't relax. That's not normal." "Why isn't it normal?" She looked at me.

Why? So many unanswered questions swirled in my head along with the thoughts of the two Zayden's and Jack's sudden change in mood. My head was killing me. I could feel a headache coming with the constant torture I put my mind through. I needed to clear my mind and there was just one thing that always worked for that.