SETH RIVERA AND THE ULTIMATE BLACK CARD

Harder Than I Thought

I don’t know,” Christian said, raking a hand through his hair. “But it doesn’t matter. What matters is that you are protected now. “You have to concentrate on recovery and not think about the ‘why’ at the moment.”

She slowly shook her head, as the implication of his statement sank in. Healing. It seemed like a strange concept, but one that was needed. “You’re right. I just wish I didn’t feel so lost.”

Christian leaned forward and put his hand on top of hers which lay on the coffee table. “You’re not lost. You’re just steering through a storm. This is acceptable because vulnerability is normal and should be expected during the course of the therapy.

His hand was warm and she felt her feet touching the ground at that moment. Thank you for being here Christian, I am glad to have you around. This is probably why I don’t think I could process everything alone.”

“Then let me help,” he whispered. This is a very good time to say ‘we can go through this together’. I’ll be right by your side.”