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Sara always hated the summer months, not because she disliked the warm weather, but because of the unpredictable storms they brought. Since she was little, the flashes of lightning and rumbling thunder left her paralyzed with anxiety. When she moved in with her new stepbrother, she kept her phobia a secret, terrified of being seen as weak.One sweltering July evening, the sky turned a bruised, menacing purple. A harsh, sudden clap of thunder shook the house, and the power instantly cut out, plunging the living room into total darkness. Sara froze, her heart thumping in her chest as a panic attack began to creep in. Stepbrother, who had been grabbing a late-night snack in the kitchen, immediately heard the sharp intake of breath. Realizing exactly what was happening, he didn't hesitate. Navigating the dark hall by memory, he hurried to Sara's side, sitting her down on the couch and draping a heavy, comforting blanket over her shoulders."I know it's terrifying," he whispered gently in the dark. "But we're perfectly safe right inside this house. Let's distract ourselves and count the seconds between the flashes and the booms".