49 - Blaine.

"So, Bly how have you been?" Jane asks, a notepad and pen in her hands as she sits opposite me, looking attentive as if she gives a shit how I've been.

Therapist are all the same. They want to take your money just for asking a few fucking questions, but I don't have a choice. Oak was not going to take no for an answer.

"Great, thanks."

She nods and writes something down, as if somehow she gleamed some information about my mental state from two fucking words. "Oak is concerned that you're on the edge of another breakdown. Can you explain why?"

"Fuck knows." I run the palm of my hand over the back of my neck. "I've been a little agitated because my workload is increased. That's all."

"Hmm." She writes something down, a look on her face as if she doesn't believe my rehearsed bullshit. It always fooled her before, but I was more in control then.

"What?"

She draws in a deep breath. "I just think you seem different."

"Well, it's been a few years since I last saw you."

"Yes, but I sense that