I sat in silence as my therapist stared at me. His pen tapped the desk. A rhythm quickly grating on my nerves after ten minutes of silence.
“What do you want me to say?” I blurted out.
Dr Zingle set down his pen. “Let’s start with the nightmares. What do you remember about them?”
“I never told you that I was having nightmares.”
Suspicion snuck into the back of my mind. I’d started seei...
