“Where did you say you were from again?”
Spencer is sitting in the armchair again, chewing the end of his sleeve. He has a sketchbook on his lap, but he isn’t actually drawing anything. You’ve asked to see what he drew before; it was mostly filled with silhouettes.
“A small town.” You refrain from speaking too much. This should be about him, not you.
“Small town, huh? This one?”
“No. It’s a place called Hickerson a few miles away from here.”
Spencer looks at you and frowns. “Don’t you get bored with places like that? I mean, nothing ever happens, right?”
“I beg to differ,” you say, smiling. “We were known for the petroleum.”
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Kill Your Darlings
Mystery / ThrillerBefore Spencer Crest left, he called you ‘doc’. He was your favourite patient, and in return, you were his favourite psychiatrist. You understood him in a way nobody else could. You didn’t know where he came from, who his parents were, or how he kne...
