I toss the shoebox back on the shelf in the storeroom where it belongs and pause, leaning my head against the cool metal frame and feeling my chest rise and fall with my breath. I look at my phone and scroll absent-mindedly through a couple of pictures before my manager walks in.
She gasps when she sees me, then says in a shocked voice, “Scott, there are people out there!"
I do not startle, and my face does not change expression when I deeply and reply, “I just need a minute."
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