#Chapter11

PARIS: A FEW QUESTIONS

VINCE

I didn't want to feel this way. I hated to be so weak.

I’d been claustrophobic since childhood. Whenever the fear haunted me, I was alone. Without Mum and Dad to comfort me. My pride hadn't allowed me to seek help from my caretakers either. I used to cower down and rub my hands on my chest until my breathing returned to normal and the fear faded.

I had no idea what caused this fear. Whether it was really a closed room I feared or the thoughts and nightmares about being alone and left in a room with no escape, I couldn’t understand.

When...