That was absurd.
Even though my mind felt like it was wrapped in fog, my impression of Julian was still strong. We had grown up together. He had saved my life once. There was no way he would ever betray me.
"Why would I need a psychiatrist?" I asked.
Sergio's gaze softened. "Elena, a lot has happened. Let me explain everything."
I sat on the porch swing, the salt air brushing my skin, and quietly listened as he walked me through the past decade.
