~ Carl ~
"Carl, you know I can't tell you that." Flynn continues to regard me passively. He does that whenever he thinks I'm being unreasonable. I'm desperate to know what Abi's told him. I hate not knowing what she's thinking, especially now. How the f**k can I help her if I don't know?
"Did she specifically ask you not to tell me?" I demand. This session isn't going well.
"I can't tell you that either, and even if I could, do you think that knowledge would be productive?"
Fucking Flynn. I'd be angry that she didn't want me to know, if that were the case, he's right. And if she hadn't asked him to keep her sessions private... well, I'd never know, because he'd never tell me. I'm f****d either way.
He sighs. "Why don't we get back to the point? Her emotional swings, for one, are in
