Chapter 95

If Tish is surprised, she doesn’t show it. Instead, she scribbles for a moment on his chart—he wishes he knew what she was writing, arrogant kidor stubborn bastard, has to be something along those lines—and then she turns away. “Your mother paid for an hour, fine. But I’m not paid enough to be spoken to like that. You stay here and work out, if you want, or you leave, it’s all the same to me. I have full use of mylegs, remember. I don’t haveto be here.”

Ryan stares at her in disbelief. I didn’t mean it,he thinks, his mind racing wildly, but he can’t say the words, Dante’s hand keeps him silent. None of the other therapists ever called him on his bitter language before. Can’t you see this hurts me?he wants to shout. Can’t you see how much you’re putting me through?

As Tish heads for the door, Dante asks, “So that’s it? Wait—”