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Eshe nodded, understanding what Arric meant—distraction chased away the thoughts. She needed something to fixate on. She was looking for something when he nudged her. She turned, smiling at him, “Thanks, Arric, she felt grateful for his help and patience. “You’re already helping me.”

Then, hoping to zen out, she leaned down and sniffed the lavender she’d brought, hoping that’d help her focus. With the smell lingering as she lifted her head, she looked to the river, focusing on the way it rippled in the early morning light. But, still, even as she tried to tune things out … she couldn’t quiet her mind, the inner criticism she was facing that mocked her for not being able to focus.

She sighed and closed her eyes, hoping that would help.