Alexander’s POV

The car stops, rousing me from the unmoving position I’ve been in throughout the ride—head leaning against the headrest, hands gripping the armrests. Still, I don’t move. My mind just recycles my horrible session with Psycho several hours ago, which only left me in a much more miserable state than I was before I entered her office. What a way to realize I’m past redemption.

I slowly open my eyes; they ache from hours of screen time and tears, and land on Sophia’s two ...