My Stepbrother's Dirty Little Secret
I looked toward the windows, toward the city below, toward anything except the memory that had appeared without permission.
I turned back to him, "I considered diagnosing myself."
One of his eyebrows lifted slightly, "I assumed someone like you would."
I started pacing, the couch was no longer tolerable, "I spent six hours researching."
The therapist looked unsurprised, "Six?"
"Closer to eight."
That earned the faintest hint of amusement.
"I reviewed neurological disorders. Sleep disorders. Stress-related conditions. Hormonal issues, vitamin deficiencies, adrenal dysfunction, cardiovascular abnormalities."
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