Sasha POV
“Ms. Stephens, you need to participate in these sessions if you want ever to go home. Now, we can sit here silently every single day, just as we have for the past four days, or you can start talking. One of those options will get you better and get you your freedom; the other will make your short stay here with us permanent. It’s your choice.”
Dr. Kartano was an old wolf who was alright for the most part but could be a major asshole at times. He’d been assigned as my therapist, and because I didn’t think I deserved to be here, I refused to talk. I was under the impression that he could psychoanalyze my heavy sighs and eye-rolls because that was all he was going to get. But, when he dangled my freedom before me, that was a bit more incentive to maybe help myself out.
