Jayden sits huddled at the garden table with a glass of Coke in front of him. His shoulders hang low, his gaze rests on the floral tablecloth. No, he didn’t sleep much last week: “I stay up as long as possible, until I finally fall asleep around 2 a.m..” The same movie keeps playing in his head. How scared he was, and how angry he was. He just keeps thinking about it.