I still had nightmares.

Sometimes I woke believing my feet were wet and numb.

On those nights I got out of bed, checked the thermostat, drank water, and reminded myself where I was.

Sometimes I knocked softly on Colleen’s door.

She never asked why I wasn’t over it yet.

Tiffany’s attorney arranged for her to seek treatment and counseling while the legal process continued.

I found that out through the caseworker, who asked whether knowing anything about her situation was helpful or overwhelming.