Chapter 85: Breaking Chains
Adrian’s POV
I sat with my hands held firmly in my lap and listened to the subtle creak of the leather recliner. Rows of volumes with titles on development, healing, and the intricacies of the human mind were stacked on a towering bookcase across from me. Like silent arbiters, they gazed back at me.
With a notepad perched on her knee, Dr. Bennett, a lady in her late forties with kind but sharp eyes, sat in her chair. She waited with an attitude of patience that I found unnervingly effective, without pressuring me to talk.
"Do you ever have the urge to..." I started, but stopped as the words became stuck in my throat.
"Yes?" she asked softly.
I let out a breath and combed my hair. "Like the past has this... gravitational pull no matter how far you go? It ju
