Logan by Molly Black

Author:Molly Black
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: MB
Published: 2019-08-22T00:00:00+00:00

Chapter 15

Logan

I was surprised that Olivia called me on Thursday night, but I didn’t question it when she asked me to come over. I could hear something in her voice, even over the phone, something tentative, nervous, upset. I wondered if it had something to do with our session that afternoon. Like I had told her, I could tell that there was something there in her past as well. It was in the way that she phrased some of the questions; in the way that her brows drew together when I talked about the family that I didn’t remember; in the way that she had frowned when I talked about some of the foster situations I’d had.

She understood something of that, I could tell. I hated the idea that in talking about my past, I might have brought up memories she would rather not think about. But it wasn’t like I could refuse to answer her questions. I had asked her to lead the session, and I had promised to behave myself and speak. And it had been a weight off my chest, surprisingly, to finally share some of that with someone.

But I didn’t like the thought of Olivia being upset. It made me want to figure out just who it was that had hurt her and go after them. That wasn’t my job, and it wasn’t the sort of relationship that Olivia and I had, but all the same, I hated to think that someone had hurt her.

I didn’t want to press her, though. If it wasn’t something that she wanted to talk about with me, then I couldn’t very well make her. And earlier, she’d had the opening to talk to me. All I’d gotten was that nod, that small gesture which didn’t tell me much of anything.

Maybe that was what she was calling about now. Maybe she was ready to talk to me. I didn’t want to get my hopes up, though.

When I got to Olivia’s house and she answered the door, I could tell that she was nervous and distracted, her eyes barely able to meet mine, a hand running back through her hair as she stepped back to let me in. I paused in the doorway. “If you don’t want me here, just tell me,” I told her in a soft voice.

Olivia bit her lower lip but eventually shook her head. “I do want you here,” she said. “It’s just complicated; you know that.”

I nodded at her and stepped inside, waiting in the hall for her to choose the next step. I couldn’t stop thinking about our conversation earlier out in the parking lot. But still, how would I ask about that? She was the therapist. She was the one who knew how to ask all the questions. I didn’t.

I realized I could smell dinner cooking, somewhere in the house. I raised an eyebrow at Olivia, jerking my head toward the end of the hall. “You worried about burning anything?” I asked.

Olivia jerked a little, her eyes going wide.

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