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"Where are you from?" I ask, curious suddenly

"Kansas"

I roll hting when he found you?"

"Wichita"

"He’s fro at a boxing match in Wichita?"

He frowns and pulls the car into the parking lot of the doctor, "Not a clue" He hops out and gets the door I look up into his beautiful eyes, "A hundred thousand a year and you never questioned it?"

He shakes his head, "I was ym as a trainer"

I walk away frohter around me None of this makes sense

The door to the office feels like the door to Sebastian’s building I miss him in sick and twisted ways Selfish ways

I open the door with the gloved hand The only thing I love about winter, wearing gloves Gloves in the suloves in the winter are race Gloves and Michelle

I push the button on the elevator in a series of taps and take a deep breath When the elevator dings and the door opens, her s face is there for me She never h I don’t like elevators alone

"How are you this week?" She asks, as I step inside

"I’m okay How are you?"

She presses the button and nods, "Excellent, thank you" When the door closes she turns, "He’s phoned only a few o He’s terribly worried Is there some stuff you don’t want to talk about, that maybe you should?"

The elevator stops at her aparte open space I hate it It’s too open and too white and too bright I feel like I am under a microscope here and she can see all the fine details I try to hide

I walk to the chair, where I always sit It’s the one with the back to the wall I don’t like chairs with their backs near s or doors and god forbid it, open space I shake ood I don’t knohat he’s talking about"

She sits and sips frolass of water she has She always sets me out one as well It always has a cucu, as always, I’ve yet to drink it

"He is under the impression you’ve had a bad break up You’re depressed a bit from it" Her dark-blue eyes and dark shiny hair shiht that h She is mid forties and pretty, but like a mom She reminds me of Michelle’s mom Pretty and clean Only Michelle’s mos that shetti

"He see nore her I refuse for her to see that side ofI want to talk about My benefactor, I think he’s a bad rand to Stuart to be ym He could be a serial killer"

She crosses her arms, "So you wish to discuss the possible previous career choices Stuart has et better, could be a badto bet ers, "Can we do the grateful thing again?"

She sighs, "Avoiding the conversation isn’t going to o away You know you’re safe in here Let’s talk about the relationship Do you feel like it was a wise choice, considering your feelings about people and proxi? My holey memory about a creepy house, blue eyes in a dirty hole and a dead girl on a bed? What aunshot Useful stuff"

Her lip plays with a grin, "Nice I like that question What do you think the answer is?"

I want to toss soht snap her head off if she asksI squeeze my hands in a ball My nails are short, always They don’t leave indents but et numb

"He said you have been to the bar a few ti step"

I pressbreaths

"Are you self callass I’, "It was fun The dancing was fun I didn’t like being around so many people, but they never really noticed me So I felt invisible"

She nods and watchescrazy"

"Did you buy the beer?" Her tone puzzles ave it to ain I think she’s doing it loudly to ot it?"

I frown and nod, "It was" How did I not notice that?

"Did you dance?" She changes the subject quickly