She kept her office in a set of rooms in her house. They were comfortable and relaxing, and helped put me at ease, which was good as I am not the sor... of person who opens up easily to strangers. She explained that over a few sessions lasting a few months that we could probably get to the root of what was bothering me, and get me back on track. She took an extensive medical history from me, had me sign some forms so that she could get a medical report from my doctor, and during all of this. I stand there for a moment as my brain catches up to my body before I check my old style digital watch I had found on the site a few weeks back. It read 'Sat', I had come in on a Saturday night when the site was closed.Ms. Foster wasn't going to like this. She was my case manager, I had issues with time, I kept forgetting about it kind of. She had gotten me this job because I was always strong for my age and didn't talk a lot. The boss kept cutting me slack because I worked hard and he was an. “Leave us for a minute, please,” she asked them. “And tell them to turn off the cameras too.”Both guards nodded and stepped out into the hallway. When they were gone, she sat back down and faced him.“You wrote me a fucking poem,” he asked, too upset that she didn’t bring him any of the things he’d asked her to get for him on the outside and ready to mock whatever it was to question what she’d said to the guards or notice that they did so without a word upon Helena’s request. She noticed the red. Reluctantly she obeys and returns to the table, to speak to him in whispers. I know not the language, but the meaning is clear. While they spoke, I reached back over my shoulder, running my fingertips atop the bandage. Still quite sensitive, I wince when my curiosity gets the better of me. The older man nonchalantly lifts up a small object from the table top. even with just the fire light , it was easy to focus on the barbed arrow head, held between his fingers. Through parched lips, I bid him.