Some Find Solace in Shared Suffering, But I Despise It

Five years ago, my best friend Rosemary and I had a fight, and she locked me, three months pregnant, inside a hotel walk-in freezer. She said she wanted me to cool off for ten minutes. By the time the door opened again, the baby was gone. And I could never again be alone in any enclosed space. Five years later, Rosemary became the captain of a rescue team. She knelt in front of me and cried, saying she wanted to atone, that she would help me get past my trauma.