Chapter Eight

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Several hours later, Roxanne decided to go home, leaving Stephanie alone to process the whole evening. So far, she had only done a few regressions, but they managed to affect her every time. Each one brought back memories better left in the past. Stephanie frowned, trying to push away the thoughts taking center stage. The last thing she needed was to dredge up all her old stuff, although she couldn't help getting this strange feeling the past wasn't completely behind her, no matter how many sessions she'd had over the years.

It's better if I focus on my client, not that. One doesn't have anything to do with the other.

She let out a long breath and got up to get herself something to drink and figure out how she was going to keep her mind busy for the rest of the night. She wasn't even a little tired, and it was only getting worse. Her energy was through the roof.

Settling back onto the couch with some cocoa, she reached for her phone. She pressed a button, and several rings sounded before an answer came.

"Hello?"

"Hey, Mom."

"Steph, sweetie, is everything okay? You're calling kind of late."

She smiled. "You were up, though. Admit it, you knew I was going to call."

Her mother laughed. "I didn't know it was you, but I did have a feeling someone would be calling. What happened?"

"I worked with my first client today," she began.

A pause followed, then her mother asked, "And?"

"And... it's making me think about a lot of stuff. Things from the past. It keeps happening every single time I do a regression for someone. I can't seem to understand how to make it stop." She sighed, running a hand through her hair. She bit her lip. "Do you... do you keep remembering things?"

"Sometimes," she answered. "Mostly new memories that I need to deal with. Sweetie, are you sure you're ready for all this?"

She leaned back, staring off into space as she considered the question. "I think so. I know I'm doing the right thing, at least. This client really needs help, and he didn't know who else to go to."

"Then it sounds like you need to keep going," her mother replied. "Just do yourself a favor and keep your cool. Remember the things you learned and do some work on yourself, too."

Maybe I should.

She frowned. "You're right. Maybe I'll do that tonight before I go to bed."

Her dream from a little while back came to mind, making her wonder what could possibly be bothering her still.

We worked everything out a long time ago.

"Steph?"

"Yeah, I'm still here, Mom. What you said has me thinking a little, that's all. Sorry." She closed her eyes a second and breathed in. "Just forget about my drama. How's Dad? Erin?"

"Your dad's good," she assured Stephanie. "He's in his office working on some stuff right now. Your sister?" She let out a laugh. "She called last night. She's all settled in. Her first assignment's in a few days, and she couldn't stop talking about it."

Stephanie smiled. "I can't wait to hear about it." She shook her head. "It's insane to think that my little sister is on her own now. Ugh."

"Don't remind me," her mother said. "I'm feeling ancient lately between the two of you."

Stephanie laughed. "Sorry. Hey, I gotta get going now, but I'll call you soon, okay? Love you guys."

"I love you, too. Remember what I said."

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