Flynn's POV.
"Tell me what happened."
Dr. Wren's office looked the same as it always did. The same grey chair, same plant in the corner that had no business being as healthy as it was and the same quality of quiet that existed nowhere else in my life. I had always found it either deeply settling or deeply exposing depending on the day.
Today it was both.
I told her everything.
I told it without editing anything. That part was harder than the telling itself. Dr. Wren had spent one year teaching me the difference between recounting something and performing it. I still had to catch myself mid sentence sometimes, still had to pull back from the version that made me look better or worse than the plain facts did.
She listened without interrupting.
When I finished, the office was quiet fo
