THERAPY

HU: A week goes by again, and just like Hiram promised, he makes sure I don't see Ginger or speak to her. I stay in the hospital wing of the house, far from her room, far from temptation. Every night, he checks on me to make sure I don't sneak out. And to be honest, it's helping. Everything seems to be going great-including therapy. Hiram secretly hired a different therapist, not wanting Hana to find out and risk her telling Ginger, which might cause her to spiral and text me. Therapy has grown on me, because it's easier to tell her how I want to rip off Caspian's head, claim Ginger as mine, without being judged for it. Today is Hiram's wedding, and I have a therapy session too. I contemplate skipping it until Hiram walks into my room. "I've arranged for a driver to take you to therapy. You'll be back just in time for the wedding," he says. I nod without a fight. Ever since I let him take charge, things have been better, and I won't mess that up now. I throw on a shirt and some pants,