Then Dylan spoke again.
"You know what I remember?"
"No." I groaned.
"You climbed a six-foot fence once because someone told you not to."
“What?” My head snapped toward him. "I did not."
"You absolutely did."
The therapist was already smiling and even though it was totally unhelpful,I couldn't call her out on it.
"I got over it." I shot back.
"Eventually."
"I wasn't stuck."
"You were stuck for forty minutes."
"I was evaluating options."
"You were crying."
"I was not crying."
"You called me."
Heat crawled into my face and the therapist laughed outright this time.
“Stop it.” I pointed accusingly at Dylan. "You're making things up."
"I'm really not."
"You swore never to tell anyone."
"You also swore you'd never attempt another fence."
"That was different."
"Because it h
