The silence soon grows daunting. Chelsea seems okay with that. But I’m not.

“Tell me how you managed to speak so freely about your family. I didn’t sense any ounce of pain in your voice,” I ask—taunting as the question may be.

Chelsea looks at me with a gentle smile, the sun sparkling in her eyes. “That’s the thing about growing up with a therapist and becoming one yourself. I was taught to lay my anger and pain to rest way before I enacted my revenge.”

“But aren’t those ...