" It all came back. Every bone in my body turned hot. Then I couldn’t make it stop. All those memories. Whatever kept them stored away broke. There was a rush of sensation through me, then nothing. And for days afterward, I’d get overwhelmed with a sound or the way my shirt rubbed against my arm or a smell. Like my body remembered and reminded the rest of me. "

― Ronlyn Domingue , The Mercy of Thin Air