-has helped nothing.
Evan sneers at my therapist from his chair.
Ever since i told her about him, he's gotten his own chair.
He whines less now.
My therapist asks me the same question before every session.
"Hannah, are you okay?"
I grimace and lie.
"Yeah,"
Bile rises in my throat.
"Why wouldn't i be?"
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