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Deciding MomentChapter 42
I thought it might be divine intervention, but then Theresa opened the door and peeked in. I saw her pull her head back before anyone else had seen her. I knew she must have set this up. Theresa was right. The therapist had come into my room. She sat down, and took a notebook out of her white lab coat. With a predatory grin, she looked at me for almost a full minute. I knew she wanted to make me feel uncomfortable. She didn't know my father. "Do you know what they do to young men like...