“There’s been no sign of Gray or Predator. We’re constantly listening for them. Even without asking Max if he is, I know the answer, because whenever we hear footsteps, he glances that way, tracking them even as we move. A moment ago I heard footsteps on distant stairs. Heading up to the second floor. How many sets of stairs are there? We passed near one, and I recall Aimee saying something about another when she showed me around. I wish I’d listened more when she showed me around. I wish I’d li...stened to her more in general, not just the therapy but when she tried to talk about herself, her life. The other therapist never did that. He’d drawn a clear line there. I am your therapist, and this is all about you. Aimee had taken a different tack. When I withdrew, she’d tease me out with talk about herself, trying to distract me from my inner monologues. It had never worked because … Because I wasn’t interested. Because part of me had resented her showing that personal side of herself.MoreLessRead More Read Less
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