Henry's POV
It started with a simple question.
I had been sitting inside the group therapy session, the chairs arranged in a circle, with my arms crossed and my legs stretched out.
Obviously, I continuously thought of Kenny, even going so far as to close my eyes and visualize his image etched in my mind, letting my gaze wander over his body inch by inch—and I did so in this moment as well.
"I am scared about everything happening in our world. I don't want to continue with watching the news." Someone complained to the psychopathic therapist leading the group.
The smooth forehead and eyebrows that were not overly prominent, looking especially well-behaved. However, that would change when he challengingly raised them.
"It wouldn't be good to ignore what is currently happening. Each of us has to confront ourselves with it." The psychopathic therapist answered.
