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Cade
Cade was aware that he shook his knee, his worst nervous tell, but he couldn’t help it. Just being in Dr. Hersh’s office got to him, even when he wasn’t being questioned.
Interrogated is more like it, he thought.
It was always strange to step into the office. It was sleek, modern, and nearly sterile. A sharp contrast to the waiting room with its two lumpy couches and handknitted pillow covers with flowery inspirational sayings stitched across them.
Clearly, two very different people had decorated each space. Cade guessed the office was more Dr. Hersh’s style, and that made total sense.
Sterile and unwelcoming, just like him.
“Are you just going to stare at me for the whole hour?” Cade finally barked.
“I could, though it’s not my preference,” Dr. Hersh said.
Yeah. I could to
