Chapter 19. Make Me

Clint’s POV

It was the second time Keira had missed my sessions. She always came earlier than usual, but I had not seen a sign of her. Not once, but twice. Something was up. I could feel it in my guts.

Her file lay strewn across my desk as I picked it up, flipping through for her number. It was not out of the question to check in on a client who had continually missed their sessions, I told myself. I would do the same if it were the same case with another client.

I dialled her number, and it rang as I waited for the line to get connected. It did not. To my utmost disappointment, Keira’s phone went straight to her voicemail, followed by a loud and annoying beep filling my ears that should have been her voice instead.

Was she ignoring me? Our last session had gone amazingly, even though in the end, she had acted out.