Eve~
It was late when Lia came in for my session. She paled the moment her eyes fell on me. I averted my eyes from her horrified expression. I hadn't dared to look in the mirror, but I knew I looked like I'd been run over by a truck.
She recovered, and we started our session, carefully avoiding the topic of my recent kidnapping and beating. It wasn't that she didn't want to talk about it—it was me who didn't want to discuss it. Especially because I would have to confront feelings I wanted to ignore, feelings stirred by what I'd learned from Felicia.
"So, about your dreams... what are they about?" Lia asked.
I thought long and hard. "I barely remember them, but I know they're nightmares. I wake up screaming."
Lia continued to watch me thoughtfully. "How do you feel afterward?"
