Standing outside Tatum’s door, my heart pounded in my chest. The hallway felt suffocating, the air heavy with anticipation. I had rehearsed the words I wanted to say a hundred times, each time hoping to find the courage to confront the man that had helped me recover who I was. A man who helped me to feel again. But now, as I stood on the precipice of truth, fear gripped me.

What if he rejected me? 

What if he confirmed my worst fears? 

The mere thought sent shivers ...