Worst case scenario

February 10, 2016

No matter how rare the worst case scenario, she thought about it all the time, her brain constantly inventing scenarios so horrible she could not even whisper them aloud.

Does it make you more grateful when things turn out OK? he asked.

No, she said, thinking about the buzzing nausea that flooded her system most days, leaving her twitchy and damp. Even then, she was poised to duck under the table to evade shots fired from an automatic weapon, the blast from a suicide bomber in a bulky vest, the debris falling as a tornado tore the building apart.

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