Alpha's Dirty Secrets
No, thank you.
He opened it, took a long drink, then returned to his seat on the couch.
"My turn?"
"I suppose," she said.
"Have you considered talking to someone, like a professional therapist, or psychiatrist, or whatever?"
Her expression changed slightly, a little crinkle at the eyes, a small turn of the lips, Brad wasn't sure what it meant, but it was there.
"Every Tuesday at 3pm, it will be three years as of January 24th.
Brad nodded, at a loss for what to say.
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