Chapter forty-one{Therapy session}

Gracie wasn't a robot.

In fact, she was a cry baby. It just happened that there were things that would make her go numb. Her mouth seized and words refused to come out of her mouth. Her eye widely opened like she read not the sight of the fly near by and kept flowing round her eyes.

She was stiffed.

Everything from last night danced like another round of nightmare in her view.

Even the noise from outside the building turned deaf in her ear and her puffy eyes spoke one thing... She didn't sleep. Frozen since yesternight, it was only Sheila's scream that entered her ears last.

"Gracie?" The woman before her loomed blur in her sight.

"Gracie?" She called again and Gracie swallowed, trying her best to clear her view.

She batted her eyes, slowly getting the clearer view of the woman in red dress that exposed her busty cleavage and her heavy makeup face. Red lipstick and long lashes.

"Miss Rhoda." She mumbled.