#Chapter 41 – Stalker

I carry Archie out of the closet, wandering down the hallway, thinking about my phone call with Victor. As I walk by the boys’ door I quickly look in on them and am pleased to see they’re asleep, though they do it with small frowns on their little faces. I sigh and pull their door shut – they’ll be fine, I know, but I still hate to see them challenged. As I wander down the stairs I consider, again, if I’m doing the right thing with Victor. When I started this therapist charade I was seeking power – and I don’t regret that. But…things are different now. I am in a much more secure position with Victor, and I really do want to find the balance within our lives. I put Archie down and move to make myself a cup of tea, putting the kettle on to boil. If Victor and I are truly in a better place, then is it right, still, to continue being his therapist? Am I now taking advantage of the situation, betraying his trust for little to no gains? Or is there part of me that just…likes talking to