CLINT’S POV

It was the second time Keira had missed my sessions. She always came earlier than usual but I had not seen a sign of her. Not once, but twice. Something was up. I could feel it in my guts.

Her file lay strewn across my desk as I picked it up, flipping through for her number. It was not out of pocket to check in on a client who had continually missed their sessions, I told myself. I would do the same if it was the same case with another client.

I dialled her number and it ...