WHAT. HAVE. I. DONE.
The Fifth Session....
They tell us the room is sacred.
Four walls, two chairs, one couch. Whatever is said here stays here. Confidentiality isn’t just a rule—it’s the backbone of therapy. Break it, and you don’t just lose your license. You lose everything.
I used to believe that.
But tonight, I’m sitting in the dark with four files in my hands, and I know at least one of them will cost me more than my career. It will cost me my marriage. My children. My life, maybe.
Olivia, with her diamond smile and poisoned whispers about a missing girl.
Daniel and Chris, who come to me bruised in ways no one can see.
Caleb, the teenager who tells me “Stories” that sound too much like real murders.
And Mariah… oh my Mariah. The one I should have pushed away the moment I felt her hand brush mine.
I thought I was helping them. Guiding them. But the truth is, every secret they’ve poured into me is rotting inside, pushing me closer to a choice I swore I’d never make.
By the fifth session, I won’t be their therapist anymore.
I’ll be their accomplice.
Or their victim.
Damnit, can I talk to you?
Yes, you reading this?
Will you listen?
Can you help me?
Please?!?!?!?!?
I need to tell my side of the story...
