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Abby walked around Dr. Blaney’s office, running her hand over the chair back, taking in the bookcase on one wall filled with medical journals and all kinds of self-help books. She’d studied each of them many times, but if someone asked her to name the titles, she wouldn’t be able to remember what she’d seen.
“Abby, you’ve been walking in circles for ten minutes. I can see you’re bothered by something,” Dr. Blaney said. He was still sitting behind his desk. He was the first man other than Eric that she had felt safe with. He watched her through dark-rimmed glasses. His thick, dark hair had rich waves and covered his ears. Eric would never have allowed his hair to grow that long. Even though he was well dressed in a multicolored sweater, well groomed, and wearing his thick gold watch, h
