She hadn’t been Rachel that night. She was evidence, a body of things to be picked and probed at, pictured and asked about, recorded and quoted. I want my life back. The voice was faint...

Rachel shook her head, even though she was lying. Of course it bothered her to be spilling her guts out to someone and watching them write it all down in front of her. It felt...

God bless your soul, you’re a horrible liar.” Logan smiled as he leaned back on the door. “Answer me this Rachel?” he said placing his hands on his waist. “Why do you keep staring at...

You don’t want to return to the life you had before Stanford, and you don’t know if you can remain in this life any longer, but fear should never be the reason why you change....

Rachel rolled her eyes as she let out a breath, “I’ve been to support groups. I’ve done the “my name is” thing.” Rachel’s leg fell off the couch as she glared at Dr. Kean. “That’s...