One name.
Keeley.
Chad left the living room and came into the kitchen.Romeo gripped his arm, pulling him close.“Keeley?”he whispered.
Chad nodded.
Romeo turned, about to rush into the living room and kill her, but Chad stopped him.
“Do you trust me?”Chad asked.
“Yes.”
Chad smiled and strode away to grab a tray from the cupboard.While he boiled the kettle, he added plates, forks, a pot of sugar and teaspoon to the tray.
Romeo blocked Chad’s path when he tried to return to the living room.
Chad shot him a sad smile, and mouthed, ‘stay close.’
Romeo stepped aside, allowing Chad to pass.He kept close, though, stopping by the door to the living room that Chad left open.
“Here we are,” Chad said, placing the tray down on the coffee table.Keeley popped the lid off the box she’d bought with her and held it out to Chad.
He picked a brownie with a smile and put it down on his plate.
Keeley pressed the lid back down on the box.
“Are you not having one too?”Chad asked.
Keeley chuckled.“I’ve had plenty, trust me.”
“I won’t feel right if I’m indulging and you’re not.”
“If I eat another one, Chad, I might burst, but you go right ahead.”
Chad raised the brownie to his mouth, poised to take a bite.Keeley leaned forwards in her chair, waiting for it, but instead Chad lowered it back to the plate.
“Is there any news about the break in?”
“No,” Keeley replied.“Pam said they’d trashed the place and stolen the new computers and the new TV in the waiting room.I’ve had to reschedule my appointments.I’m hoping the offices will be in use again by next week.”
“These house calls aren’t for everyone?”
“I didn’t want to let you down at such short notice ...considering.”
“Considering?”
“It was only three months ago that you attempted to end your life.These sessions are vital.They’re a safe place for you to unload your thoughts and feelings and it’s my job to help you work through them.”
Chad nodded.“The last few months have been a bit of a rollercoaster.”
“I imagine that’s putting it mildly.”
“I didn’t think I would get through it at times,” he lowered his gaze.“I’d felt like I’d lost my mind.”
“It’s understandable.What you went through and the complications of your injury, anyone would feel out of sorts.”
“But I found it again.I always find it, battered, and bruised,” Chad snorted.“It’s a lot more resilient than I gave it credit for and it feels clearer than in has in months, possibly years.”
