My son is back from the beach and my worries are lessened, but I still can't sleep. I toss and I turn. Every little noise wakes me up. I thought I actually heard something rattling around in my closet. I'm actually a little bit thankful they've cut my hours at work, because I feel like a zombie. I haven't felt this paranoid and anxious in 20 years. I feel like he's back, always right behind me. I don't know what to do.
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