Abe swept in, resplendent in a gray and yellow suit that coordinated bafflingly well with Adrian's paint job.
Richelle MeadShe laughed softly. "Therapy isn't so much about what I think as you do." "Then why do it at all?" "Because we don't always know what it is we're thinking or feeling. When you have a guide, it's easier to figure things out. You'll often discover that you already know what to do. I can help you ask questions and go places you mihgt not have on your own." "Well, you're good at the qujestion part." I noted dryly.
Richelle MeadDid you know that it's a lot harder to put organs back in the body than it is to get them out?
Richelle MeadI have to get back there." I said to Adrian. "Into that door." He arched an eyebrow. "What, like sneaking in? How very black ops of you. And oh, you knowโ dangerous and foolish." "I know." I said, surprised at how calm I sounded as I admitted that. "But I have to know something, and this may be my only chance." "Then I'll go with you in case that guy comes back," he said with a sigh. "Never let it be said Adrian Ivashkov doesn't help damsels in distress.
Richelle MeadI didnโt get her cutting at all. Sheโd done it sporadically, ever since the accident and it scared me each time. She'd try to explain it to me, how she didn't want to dieโshe just needed to get it out somehow. She felt so much emotionally, she would say, that a physical outletโphysical painโwas the only way to make the internal pain go away. It was the only way she could control it.
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