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Gabrielle
Colt was the best listener. If he ever wanted to change career, he could make good money as a therapist. Despite her misgivings, Mor had sent me to a therapist once, after the accident, but he’d been patronising and obsequious rather than helpful. Plus I knew very well that he’d reported every word I said back to my mother, patient confidentiality be damned. So I’d stopped going. And when I realised I could no longer rely on the water to heal me either, I’d just felt…lost.
Until now.
“From what you’ve told me, a fresh start wasn’t a bad idea,” Colt said. “What could you have done if you’d stayed?”
“Helped out with family stuff. PR work, that sort of thing.”
“And would that have made you feel better or worse?”
“Worse. So much of the time, I felt as if I was just a prop i
