In 2016, somewhere near the food court inside the Austin-Bergstrom International Airport, I had a full-blown panic attack. I had come to Texas to meet with the producers of the true crime docuseries, The Disappearance of Maura Murray. The meeting went well enough, but I was consumed with anxiety knowing that my involvement in the project would make me a…
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