FLYNN'S POV
"Every time I raise this," Dr. Wren said, "you give me a different explanation for the same behavior."
She said it without accusation. That was her particular skill. She could put something sharp on the table and make it sound like simple observation, and then she would wait while you worked out for yourself that it had cut you.
I'd been coming to this office for six weeks. The chair across from hers was a good chair, which I'd noticed the first session and thought about more than was probably reasonable since. The room was plain. A plant on the window ledge. No diplomas on the walls, which I'd respected immediately.
"What happens," she said, "if we stop explaining it?"
The room was quiet.
I'd given her the protecting Sienna explanation. The Hale legal threat explanation,
