Devil’s Advocate
I was seated before Easton and Eli in the dining room. They were staring down at me hard. I shifted in my chair, swallowing nervously and trying to break eye-contact. The minute I looked away from their stern looking faces Easton cleared his throat, drawing my attention back to him. "Looking away while looking ready to bolt can indicate guilt," Eli explained. I inhaled deeply trying to calm my racing heart, my breath was shaky while my fingers trembled. I was nervous, I didn't want to talk about the things that man did to me. My first appointment with that therapist Easton arranged for me didn't go so well either. We just stared at each other. The woman patiently smiling at me. Then she asked me questions unrelated to what happened to me. We just talked. I hated it. She said the appointm
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