Chapter 145

My jaw clenched. For the past two hours, my brain had been giving me a stern talking to. During the meeting, I was hardly able to concentrate. I made Dana take on the role of my assistant during the meeting, and she had some questions—especially after she and some other employees saw Tyler Cross exit the building with injuries on his face.

I told her nothing, of course. I didn’t owe anyone an explanation. I did, however, ask her to get a replacement.

And now, it had been nearly an hour since everyone left, and I was still in the conference room, staring aimlessly at my laptop because I was fighting the urge to take my phone out of my pocket.

And call her.

No, not Meadow. My therapist.

If I called her, that would mean I trusted her, that I was willing to tell a fucking stranger about what was going on in my life. It was all bullshit. She couldn’t fix it. She couldn’t fix anything.

All therapists wanted was the paycheck. Nothing else.

Curling my fist