“I’m seeing a good therapist, and I didn’t try to kill myself.” Arkady hadn’t mentioned to his father or mother that he’d been seeing a therapist. He wasn’t sure if his father would see it as a weakness, needing help with his mental health. Some of the old school Russian guys he encounters are like that. Hell, just some of the older generation. They think needing help with your mind makes you weak.
“You don’t have to be ashamed, my son. If you hurt yourself, we will help you,” his mother says softly.
“A man attacked me in my apartment. Look, look at the two lines of bruising. I was strangled, and then hanged. Thankfully, Cade showed up early, and Lou’s walker came back early, and they helped me,” Arkady replies.
“Someone tried to kill you? Are you Cade? What happened to my son?” His fat
