Chapter 44

Today our one month anniversary of our therapy sessions, Jenny and I. It’s been weeks of staring at the pale cream wall of Dr. Kent’s office and hoping that Jenny will miraculously say a word.

He says her muteness is as a result of the trauma she had suffered from witnessing her mother’s death. But I think it’s much more than that.

To have this constant nagging at the back of my head that I’m the reason she has turned into this shadow of herself is unbearable.

It’s the only reason I sit on this mint green couch every weekend and bear the constant reminder of my own guilt.

It would’ve been okay if she spoke to everyone else but me. It would have been understandable. Shutting everyone out only signifies the depth of the damage done to her person.

I squeeze my hands tighter on my lap and watch her side profile.

The blank expression is on her face, with her mouth pulled down at the corners in an attempt of a frown.

What I would do to see her smile again, too hear her speak again.

“Mrs. C