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ERIC
Ariella shuffled into the kitchen to fill her coffee cup, her eyes unblinking, and didn’t respond when I said, “Good morning.”
It had been like this every day since she’d started therapy. She was sleeping too much and still had dark circles under her eyes. Her usual bouncy demeanor was muted, and when she opened the fridge to take out the half and half, her lethargic movements made her look as if she were underwater. Having a real fight would have been way easier than dealing with this disinterested zombie that had taken over Ariella’s body. I’d just throw her down and f**k her.
Even a horned-up savage like me could sense she was too fragile for that now.
Since all of this was above my paygrade, I had enlisted a professional to tell me how to deal. The advice I got was that no
