The Cadet: Prelude 1
I wrote this in response to Anonymous' prompt of "Parthi."
“So,” the therapist smiled across the corner of his desk at the young woman who’d come in for her first therapy session, “in your own words, why are you here?”
“My grandparents can’t accept that my parents are dead and want to throw money at private investigators and others of less dubious ( Read more... )
“So,” the therapist smiled across the corner of his desk at the young woman who’d come in for her first therapy session, “in your own words, why are you here?”
“My grandparents can’t accept that my parents are dead and want to throw money at private investigators and others of less dubious ( Read more... )
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