CHAPTER TWENTY-TWO
JUDE
You sit with your legs crossed on the therapist’s couch and I can tell you’re wondering why I brought you here. “I’m pleased to finally meet you,” the therapist says, and I watch as you shake her hand. I can tell that you’re sizing her up, and I can also see that you don’t like her. It’s nice when we’re in agreement on things.
She looks down at her tablet. “It is wonderful to see you again, Mr. Riley,” she says as she touches her neck.
She meets my eye and she smiles. “I wasn’t sure you’d be back,” she adds, as though there’s some sort of secret between the two of us.
I look at you, and you’re aware that she is flirting, but rather than look angry, I’d peg you as amused.
She clears her throat and meets your eye. “As you know, Jude has applied for a position wi
