Chapter 102 - Desperate Times Call for Desperate Measures

“He hasn’t spoken to me in a week. I only hear that he’s home by the sounds of the doors opening and closing. He’s denied me going back to work. We don’t see each other anymore. If he’s not in his study or the guest room, he’s at work. Most probably. Well, at this point, I really don’t know.”

My shrink reclines back in his armchair. It’s a little after lunch, and the toast I managed to cram down my throat before going here sits uncomfortably in my stomach. I’m attributing the queasiness to my bloated belly. My digestive system has gone haywire and I have not the slightest clue when I can eat properly without puking these days.

“You said your friends came over. How did you feel after their visit?” Matthew turned his curious gaze to my trembling hands. I slid them under a throw pillow.