Soren's Pov
"I... I... I..." I was a stuttering mess, completely unable to form a single decent sentence. My mind was racing, my heart pounding so hard I could feel it in my ears.
I couldn't have packed the contract...I checked my things, repeatedly. How could I have been so careless, and how did she find it?
She sniffled softly and then turned the page in her hand, her eyes scanning it quickly before she looked back up at me.
"You got therapy when you were fifteen?" she asked, her voice much softer than I expected. She held the paper out to me.
I didn't know if I should feel relieved or even more exposed, but a strange, cooling sensation rushed through me, easing the tightness in my chest just a little. I took the paper from her, my fingers brushing against hers. I looked down and found the name of my therapist from back then. Miss Julianne. I looked back up at her, my throat dry.
"I, umm..." I cleared my throat, trying to find my voice. "How did you get this?"
