Once I reached my room, I expected Noah to follow or maybe even Mr. Atkins, but it was Dr. Moore that can by first. I had sat down on the bed, so to be more eye level with me, he had sat at the desk, facing me.
"You panicked." He stated calmly.
I felt the blood rush to my face, no doubt turning me red.
"Do you have any guesses as to why?"
I avoided eye contact.
"I like helping my patients come to their own conclusions, but I can sense that you already have an idea as to why you got upset and stormed out of there." Dr. Moore waited. "So, I'll say it first: you want to reject him before he rejects you."
"No!" I denied. "He already said we weren't brothers. I just now decided that it was okay not to be. I don't need him."
"I'm not saying you do." Dr. Moore said calmly.
My jaw clenched.
