Chapter 23: Guilty Conscience

Brie’s POV

I wouldn’t consider myself to be a great poker player; my face normally gives away any and every thought that I could have. My mom used to say that was my tell whenever I lied. She could see guilt or innocence behind my bright eyes.   

Over the years I had developed a poker face, but there were still more times than none that anyone could see right through me. Now was one of those moments, sitting on this idiotic chair across from Dr. Broner.  

I had so much to say, but I couldn’t get the words out. They sat dormant at the tip of my tongue but failed to roll off and fill the room. No wonder everyone saw me as helpless. In the face of help, I couldn’t even properly ask.  

“You’re fidgeting. Do you have something to share with me?” Dr. Broner asked.  

It was a healthy observation, one that had me shrinking deeper into myself. He knew I bet he could see through me like a freshly delivered crystal chandelier sparkling bright.