CHAPTER 41 THERAPIST AND SURPRISE.

The toy

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I sat in the therapist's office three days after returning from Paris, not just because of the doctor's advice but to seek a cure for this madness called love. The soft powder-blue walls created a comforting atmosphere.

I thought I would be uncomfortable, but here I was, rambling about how Damon was torturing me.

"What keeps you connected to this particular person despite being in another relationship?"

Amelia asked with a soothing voice that matched her features—black hair, brown eyes, calm face.

"Are you sure everything I say here is confidential?" whispered, as though someone else was in the room with us.

Amelia explained the limits of confidentiality and when it may be breached.

I sighed and answered, "The contract." I proceeded to explain what the contract was about and how I got into it.

"What emotions or thoughts come up when you consider the possibilities of ending the contract?" Amelia's question opened the door to this feeling that chewed at me. I struggled to ar