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I’ve got as far as the hallway now. Coat, hat, boots, gloves . . .

Cold sweat running down my back.

It’s three o’clock in the afternoon, Christmas Eve.

The snowstorm’s getting worse.

My heart’s pounding. I’m shaking, shivering. I feel sick. And every cell in my body is screaming at me to turn round and run.

But I can’t move.

Either way.

I can’t go back.

Can’t go out.

I can’t do it.

It’s impossible.

I can’t go out there.

I’m terrified.