SPADE
“What brought you here today, Spade?” Dr. Lilian, my therapist, asked as she sat down on her modern upholstered chair with a note and pen in her hands.
When I was young, it always terrified me, made me nervous, sitting across someone who had the ability to c***k me open and know my secret. That was what happened last night. And I hated what I’d done.
“I had an episode, not that it’s new.”
“You had a nightmare last night. What was it all about?”
“It’s the same image, the same pain all over again, but this time, my wife was there.”
Her gaze dropped to my hand, where I wore my wedding ring. She smiled, not the practiced kind. “Congratulations, Spade. Do you wanna talk about her instead, to change the subject to something more lighter?”
“No.” I shook my head.
“Okay. Why don’t we
