Variants Past
Author’s note: As most of my long-time readers know, at the age of seven I was taken to a child psychologist who was supposed to help me process the grief of losing my father to suicide. Instead of helping me, however, he used me sexually for the next two years, leaving me with scars I live with to this day. But maybe, in some other universe, things went quite differently.....
We came into the nondescript office, and my mother took me toward the receptionist desk.
“Ah Misses Bellion. This is ... Todd, is it?” The receptionist said.
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