(LIAM'S POV)
The words clawed their way out of my throat before I could stop them. One second I was staring at the floor of Dr. Kyle's office, the carpet blurred through the sting in my eyes, and the next I was cracking wide open like old ice on a frozen lake. I didn't plan it. I never planned any of this. But the second his warm palm cupped my cheek—thumb moving in those slow, stupid circles—I felt something inside me shatter.
And then I told him everything.
I told him like I was back there, living it again, every rotten second.
