“Richie?” Leyna breathed into the waiting telephone. “I’m so glad you called. Russell wants me to go to a party with him tomorrow, and I didn’t know if you had planned anything…To tell you the truth, I’m nervous about going; I used you as an escape, I hope you don’t mind.” No one answered her. “Yes, of course; until then, darling.”
Leyna laid awake in the cool sheets. In her head, she repeated what Dr. Reinholtz had told her: It’s just a fantasy, it’s not the real thing. It’s just a fantasy, it’s not the real thing. It’s just a fantasy, it’s not the real thing.
She fell asleep with these words tattooed to her brain.

But, it didn’t make them true.