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117: Look at me
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2022-01-29 07:40:00The walk inside is the slowest of my life. Maddie opens the door to the room the trial will hold. Josef walks in first, Maddie goes behind him. I expect Ben to follow suit so we can get out of here sooner than later but he stops moving. From here, I catch a blurry view of the people inside. I think he did too.
I snap my fingers in Ben’s face, trying to force him back to the reality where I exist. He shakes his head and stares right through me like I am translucent.
Balling his hands by his sides, his face turns white as a sheet and I take two involuntary steps back. Every effort to draw him back to the present fails. His parents notice the delay and Maddie is beside me in a second. Josef blocks his view of the people inside the hall while I try to get Ben to breathe.
“Benny,” I whisper, “look at me.” It takes some seconds but his eyes lower to mine. He blinks and a fond familiarity seeps into his expression, chasi
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