Penelope’s POV (Psycho)

“Mr. Thorne?” I call softly, putting my hands together.

He stares at me, but his gaze seems distant, his pupils dilate, as if he’s blanked out.

“Mr. Thorne? Mr… Thorne?”

Still no answer. No blinking. Nothing.

He’s shut down.

For the first time ever.

For the first time in my career.

Tears sting my eyes as my hands begin shaking. It’s my first time experiencing a client shutting down during therapy. I’ve heard about it, read about it, watched videos ...