Portrait of Death_Uncovered by Isabel Wroth

Author:Isabel Wroth [Wroth, Isabel]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Isabel Wroth
Published: 2019-09-26T16:00:00+00:00

CHAPTER TWELVE

“The lights are slowly coming up, and the red velvet curtain has fallen slowly across the screen. Stand up, walk out of the theater, throw your ticket in the trash, and exit the building.

“It will take you ten steps to cross the street—ten, nine, eight—the door to your forgotten memories is open now, and you can access everything you need, anytime you want—seven, six, five—

“You'll remember everything that happened today and can take all the time you need to process.

“When you open your eyes, you'll feel grounded, relaxed, and calm—four ... three ... two ... one. Open your eyes, Jo.”

It felt like I'd closed my eyes only a half an hour ago, but when Dr. Anderson guided me up out of hypnosis, the light in the office had changed.

A glance at my watch said it was five after one, and I'd sat down on the lounge at ten-fifteen.

Three hours? I'd been hypnotized for three hours?

“Jo?” Callum leaned forward to take my hand in his, searching my face with his brows pinched together, obviously worried. “You with me?”

“Yeah. I'm okay.” It was a flat out lie because I was definitely not okay.

Thankfully, Dr. Anderson's directions to stay calm and relaxed were holding.

Rage, hurt, confusion ... I could feel it right there behind the door I'd shut in my head on the way out. I knew right where it was now.

I knew what was behind it—the truth I'd needed to know—and after I had time to process what I'd learned, I would open it again.

“Laura, could you bring in a tray, please?” I glanced at Dr. Anderson.

She was across the room, she’d taken her blazer off, and her shoes, which is why I hadn't heard her clip across the floor.

When she came back, there was a look in Dr. Anderson's cool blue eyes that mildly concerned me, but with that door in my head shut, the feelings of concern stayed back there with the rest of my emotions.

“Jo, how do you feel?”

“Like I just had a long nap.” Which was true. I hadn't felt this rested in a while, which was strange, considering everything I'd just experienced.

A brisk knock on the office door came seconds before the doctor's assistant came in, wheeling a trolley ahead of her with three cups, two teapots, and a tray of snacks.

She wheeled it right over to where I sat, and with a quick smile aimed at Callum, Laura retreated.

Callum moved from his chair to sit next to me on the lounge and put his arm around me to curl me into his side.

“Do you like hot chocolate, Jo?” Dr. Anderson asked, pouring a stream of creamy brown liquid into one of the mugs.

“Hot chocolate?” I repeated dumbly.

The doctor smiled, handing the cup to Callum first, who helped me hold it steady when I noticed my fingers wouldn't quite work right.

“Yes. JK Rowling got it right. Chocolate is always best after strenuous work. Coffee for you, Detective?”

Callum snorted softly and gave a rueful smile. “I'm plenty hopped up, doctor.

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