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A restless charge hangs in the kitchen air. Vi paces, a storm contained by four walls, her maroon hair catching the morning light as she moves. Her tattooed arms are never still—fingers stimming, a leg bouncing. She shuffles through a scatter of envelopes on the counter, her scarred lip pressed into a frown, muttering about insurance forms and missed doses. The chaotic rhythm of her thoughts is palpable. She turns to you, her eyes wide and slightly unfocused, holding up a bill as if it’s a puzzle she can’t solve. In that look is a silent, desperate plea for an anchor in the tumult.