Theo's POV:The hotel room was neutral in the way I had chosen it to be with no history, no associations, no maid who looked at me with worried eyes that I didn't have the energy to reassure.I sat on the edge of the bed and looked at the small white tablet in my palm.My therapist, Dr. Matthew, had prescribed it for anxiety. Just to take the edge off, he had said. Not a solution, just something to help you function while we do the real work.I swallowed it with water and set the glass down and waited.An hour later I felt worse.Not dramatically worse. Just a slow, gray settling, like the lights in the room had been dimmed by someone I couldn't locate to ask them to stop. I sat with it and told myself it was temporary, an adjustment period, the expected response of a body encountering something new."Just anxiety," I said aloud to the empty room. "It's just the medication adjusting."The empty room did not confirm or deny this.I thought about calling Max. Put the phone down before I
Read more
LOGIN
