CHAPTER ONE HOW MY BODY TOLD ME THE STORY I'VE BEEN TRYING TO FORGET It was a winter's night filled with sounds. As I climbed into bed, I heard the rain pitter-patter on the streets of San Francisco outside. "It's Beginning to Look a Lot Like Christmas" had been playing on repeat in my head the whole day and looked set to accompany me to sleep. When suddenly, the booming became too loud, too near. I woke up and heard footsteps and banging rattling...