A week later, Nicola was sitting alone in the living room, gazing out the window. Rain was pouring down. While she watched it, Nicola thought about her life before being kidn*pped and tortured.
“I used to be so happy… Now I feel frightened and depressed…” she murmured. “Thank God for Blake and Iris…”
The therapy was working, but not as fast as everyone hoped it would. Still, she kept on attending every session, repeating herself to be patient.
“Mind if I sit with you for a while? Bruce asked from the doorway.
Nicola gave the cushion beside her a pat. Bruce crossed the room and sat down. He reached for Nicola's hand and held it tight.
“It will get easier, dear.”
“You don't know what I'm going through,” Nicola said angrily.
He squeezed her hand gently and looked into her eyes.
“I KN
