Lydia focused to slow her breathing. The rat managed to wriggle its way into her arms and was sniffing at her face. She unclenched her fingers and pet the creature. Her hands shook, but she could breathe easier. She stared at the caterpillar jar at her feet and forced the pounding in her ears to subside.
The darkness around her seemed to grow, but it didn’t feel empty. It was suffocating. She stared harder at the ever-dimming jar and terrible memories crashed into her.