Chapter 92 Love Tainted By Violence: Part 1

• I sit on the couch in my study, my fingers fidgeting with the hem of my sweater as I avoid Katherine’s gaze. This is our third session this week, and I can feel my walls going up, my defenses rising with each well-meaning question.
• How many more of these is Marcel gonna make me sit through?
• “Mercy,” Katherine says softly, her voice calm and soothing. “Can you tell me about your parents?”