She chose me. She whispered:
Don’t force it. Don’t blow a knee. Don’t break the window trying to open the door. You’ll just cut your hands or sever an artery. Rest your head in my lap instead. Do you work, and let me do mine. All you have to do, is try.
What the heck is this Reverb12 business? Find out here. I'm catching up, slowly, but the good news is I'm finally answer the prompts in order again! (Small victories.) I'll probably be working my way through the rest of these into the New Year, focusing on the forward-looking prompts in January.