The Enemy's Embrace

HE

on't care that it makes the walls tremble. "Duck this therapy shit," I mutter as I h

escape the chaos clawing at my mind. I march across the room, l

polished shoes clicking against the m

m off. My voice bounces off the high ceil

tone patient like he is talking to a

orced me into this. And for what? So I can sit there and let that

but firm. "Sir, you decided to go because of

urling into fists at my si

ays I dis

happened like

ve solidified a multimillion-dollar deal for the company. The next, I was s

ucking

make my breath fog and I had no idea how I got there, n

y in my pocket, dozens of missed cal

Victor's voice booming through th

s back at that estate? That I couldn't explain why

deal was gone. The clients had walked out, and the b

suggestion anymor

to the present. "But that? Disappearing for two whole days with

d my desk, the weight of hi

not

ing it, but h

. "But that doesn't mean I have to keep going. She doesn't know anything

e of the armchairs across from me, leaning forward with his hands clasped. "Ma

but he doesn't back

nsist on keep

tells me the truth wh

she say that set y

ze flashing in my mind. "She said my blac

ebrow. "And you t

nd drifts back to the house, t

the gravel driveway. The faint glow of the moon illuminat

stakable. A man's voice, deep and angry. A

reached it. My hand tre

.. no

. Blood. The lifeless eyes of a woman staring up a

s away in my bedroom, with

oice pulls me b

g

she can help me 'process' what happened. But there i

," he counters. "Maybe remember

leaning back in my chair.

ed to be easy, sir. It is messy and uncomfortable. But you have to face

sh the sentence. We bot

secretary steps inside, her posture stiff but profession

tension as Greg and I exchange a look,

eat, my voice steady despite

graceful and purposeful. She is dressed the same as I had seen her i

e polite but firm. "Thank you for

crossing my arms over my