Okay, that hit a nerve and almost broke Eloise’s mask. She was terribly lonely, but when you live with no one to talk to and no one to trust for as long as she has, you almost forget how.
People are sneaky creatures.
“Can you at least tell me your favorite color?”
She silently watched him shake his head.
“Okay, fine. I’ll see you tomorrow, same time.” The door opened, and in walked Anna.
“Hello, Dr. Brown. Will you be joining us for lunch?” She smiled at him.
“No, I’m afraid not. Thank you, though. I do love your chicken pot pie.” She blushes a little.
‘Huh. This is interesting. Does soft-spoken Anna have a crush on the snappy-dresser therapist? I think so.’
“Ready, Eloise?” Anna asked, holding the door open.
Eloise woke in a layer of sweat, her heart still wild from her nightmare
