He sounded just like Jackson and it was maddening. She shifted her weight to her right side - the one furthest from him, trying to gain some distance. As if that would help her come up with a better answer to his question. His assessment, his probing questions and assumptions. Hadn't she just gotten away from this?

She didn't want to talk about it. "I don't want to talk about it," she had been repeating it over and over in her mind - practically screaming it to herself - before it actually came out. "It had nothing to do with Jackson," though he'd like to insert himself into the situation as best he can. Continuously bringing it up... as if it was something she wanted to talk about. No amount of months in therapy had helped, why would Jackson's cold, calculating demeanor? "I've talked about it and I've talked about it and I've been to more therapists than I'd care to admit about it. I'm done talking. It's behind me."