"It's time for you to see a therapist, Charlotte."
Damon's voice carried a weight that made her chest tighten. He wasn't just suggesting it, he was pleading with her in his own way.
"I don't want to pressure you," he continued, his tone gentler now. "But you can't heal on your own."
Charlotte fell silent for a moment.
His words felt like a bucket of cold water pouring over her head.
He was right.
Of course, he was right.
But that didn't make it any easier.
As much as she wished she could just shake it off, move on, and pretend the past didn't haunt her, she knew deep down that she couldn't do it alone.
Still … seeking help? Opening up to a stranger? Exposing herself like an open book to a complete stranger?
The thought made her stomach twist.
Talking about what Julian had done to her was easy. There was a certain detachment in stating the facts, in recounting the events like they had happened to someone else.
