Davina's POV
My therapist was a tall woman. Brown and light golden hair packed into a bun. Her kind eyes stared at me like she could see through me. Mariah Villeri.
We spent less than an hour together. She kept asking me questions, wanting me to open up about everything I went through. But I didn't know her. I didn't trust her. I couldn't open up.
She told me stories of people she knew that passed through the same trauma, and found themselves again. How they healed and slowly adapted to their normal lives.
The thing was that, I didn't even know who I was anymore. What I wanted. No goals. No ambitions. Just this pressing urge for survival and revenge.
While we were talking, my mind kept drifting off, wondering where Kane was. I wanted him back, and I wanted to make him suffer.
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