“Did Dad pay you to be my best friend as well? Did he pay you to be nice to me? To like me. Did he tell you what movie I like to watch? What food did I love? That I hate mess. What else did he tell you? Now I realize that we seem to have a lot in common. Are these part of your acting role, Andrew?” I can barely see him through my blurry eyes.
“I hate you right now! I can’t believe all of these are nothing but lies!” I can’t breathe as I sob too much.
“Abby, we already started our friendship before I worked for your dad.” He can’t seem to form a word. My husband walks towards me, and he looks in pain.
I stop him before he can reach out to me. “Stay right there, Sebastian. I already told all of you to get out!” I face Andrew again
“Are you sure you didn’t just fake your therapy, Andrew?”
