Do you want to know what’s more fun than spending an afternoon with your family?
Spending an afternoon with your family plus one hypochondriac, soon-to-be therapist.
We were sitting in the den. He was on the sofa, I was on the rocking chair, a therapy in reverse, and, while he smiled intently at me, I remained absolutely silent, counting the seconds until I’d be able to leave this suffocating house.
“Do you blame Mandy’s death on your own actions?”
Bam, just like that, Odd-Todd turned first-date awkward into I-just-confessed-my-love-to-you awkward.
What was I supposed to answer?
He understood that I didn’t talk, right? It just wasn’t my thing.
“Xavier, you can talk to me.”
No, I couldn’t.
“No one here is going to hurt you. You’re in a safe environment.”
With Holt sleeping upstairs.
“Do you regret what happened that night? Do you regret your behavior?”
I regret Mandy’s reliance.
"Do you wish you could take it all back?”