The session started like any other.
Emma arrived at the Healing Hearts office at 1:00 PM. Rachel was already there, sitting in the small room with the two chairs and the box of tissues and the window that faced the garden. She was staring out the window, her hands folded in her lap.
"Rachel," Emma said, sitting down.
Rachel turned. Her eyes were red. She had been crying.
Emma's heart tightened. "What's wrong?"
"Nothing's wrong." Rachel paused. "Everything's wrong. I don't know."
Emma waited. She didn't push. She didn't fill the silence with words.
Rachel looked down at her hands. "I saw him," she said.
Emma's blood ran cold. "Saw who?"
"The man. The one who took me."
Emma leaned forward. "Where?"
"At the grocery store. Yesterday. I was buying milk, and there he was. In the produ
