The Therapist

by B.A. Paris

On the doorstep, I hand my keys to Eve. She unlocks the door and goes into the house, while I wait on the doorstep, dread cramping my stomach.

If someone died in my house years prior, I wouldn’t be a baby about it. Alice really was pissing me off, being so dramatic to where she didn’t even want to open her front door😭😭😭

and there’s strawberries for dessert.

& who has only strawberries for dessert?🙄

“Eve probably told you that my sister was called Nina. I know it’s stupid, but since she died, I have this need to know about other Ninas.”

We could all play a drinking game & get completely shit faced from how many times the FMC mentioned her dead sister, Nina….from 20 years ago. I felt no remorse for her!!!!