Timber

When Peter Darkwood contacted me about coaching his wife, I was seconds away from declining. It never ends well when someone reaches out on someone else’s behalf. But Peter was a psychiatrist—a man who helps people for a living—so I gave him the benefit of the doubt.

My first mistake.

His wife, a celebrated artist, had fallen into a fog of self-doubt. She’d stopped painting. Stopped socializing. Her bed had become her only companion.

Peter insisted she wasn’t clinically depressed—just stuck. She needed a nudge. I took him at his word.

My second mistake.

What started as simple coaching twisted into something sinister. I slipped inside her fractured mind and found something I was never meant to see.

Now nothing about them feels safe.

Not even me.

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