Dr. Krauss had promised me an end to the insomnia. The nightmares where my father would come to touch me while I sleep. The endless nights where I’d wake, drenched in cold sweat, my sheets wrapped round me, the tentacles of horrific memory.

She pressed the electrodes to my head, the cold sticky feeling of the adhesive reminding me of the dark nights when I’d leapt up in bed, crying.

Slowly I let myself lie back in the uncomfortably hard hospital bed, and shut my eyes.

And then I woke up, safe.