2.1.1; therapy

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-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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