Early the next morning, I went to Brian's clinic. I pushed the door open and stepped inside. Brian was seated behind his desk, writing up a chart. "You're early."
"Ryan came home last night and asked how long the treatment would take." I closed the door behind me but didn't lock it. "I told him at least three months. He said I was useless, that I couldn't even manage my own body."
Brian put his pen down and leaned back in his chair.
"Today, I'll teach you the second step." Brian stood and stopped beside the exam bed. He tapped the pale blue disposable sheet. "Lie down."
I followed his instructions. I lay back and looked up at him. Brian didn't touch me. Instead, he pulled over a swivel chair and sat down so we were eye to eye. "Do you know why Ryan's been able to manipulate you for thr
