The next morning, Dax held my hand as we walked into Dr. Wright's office, giving her a one-armed side hug as we entered. He led me to the couch, and for the first time since our introduction, I wanted her chair-the position of authority, control. Foolishly, I'd let Dax lead. He released my hand to surround my shoulders with his arm on the back of the couch-leaving me alone and empty. A single glance was all it took for him to realize what I craved, and he let his fingertips dance lazily on the back of my neck, reassuring me he was still close.
Dr. Wright jumped right in. "Cam, you said you wanted to talk about the rape today and asked that Dax join you. Can you tell me what spurred this sudden interest in pursuing this path?"
My instinct was to turn to Dax and have him answer the questi
