Infraction
He gave a light squeeze.
“It’s her decision.”
Nathan’s anxiety was rising again. The whole session had been such a push and pull, Nathan kept struggling, building walls and breaking them down at the same time and so fast I was having trouble keeping up.
“It’s the things my dreams and nightmares are made of.”
“Why is that?” Darren asked.
“Because, they’re always of her. My dreams turn to poison. Wonderful visions, happiness, which turns to terror.”
“We’ll work on that. It will get better, but it’s going to take some time.”