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floating about like tiny, invisible ghosts there to haunt him. Ghosts that gave dirty proof she’d been sitting there not too long ago, infecting the air with her lying stench. There was no room or opportunity for talking himself out of the actuality of the situation. It had happened. The good doctor had done some investigative work and admitted to the entire conversation with the woman. He didn’t give many details; matter of fact, Aaron’s questions often went unanswered by a bland response such as, “That’s not important…”
    He was tired of people telling him what was and what was not important!
    Regardless, Dr. Owens had personally not done anything wrong, but now it was as if the two were working as a unit, buddy-buddy, in love with the notion of forcing him clear over the edge.
    “I’m not your walking experiment, do you understand me?!” He pointed in the guy’s direction.
    “Aaron, listen. You will need—”
    “I DON’T NEED ANYBODY AND I SURE AS HELL DON’T NEED NOTHIN’ YOU OR SHE GOT!” He got to his feet, the chains around his ankles and wrists rattling noisily. Due to him now being coined, ‘high risk’, once again, the four-piece suit had made a comeback. Clattering and clanking, he moved about, unable to go away, but not quite wishing to stay. He stood there as a fraction of a fact, a whisper of his former self, whoever that may have been.
    “Try to calm down, Aaron,” the doctor said dryly.
    “Calm down or what? Are you scared?” He beamed. “You made sure I stayed shackled this time, didn’t want to chance me goin’ off on the deep end and losin’ it. I know you heard I had a fit, a meltdown. Maybe I’m done… finished, right? I know what the hell is going on here but now you have the audacity to sit there and tell me that, as part of my treatment, I have to stay with this woman overnight. A whole goddamn weekend! Wear a wedding band and pretend I’m married to ’er! No damn way! No fuckin’ way!”
    “Aaron, I could make it mandatory for your treatment, but that’s not how I operate and you know this. I would much prefer you do what is necessary on your own.”
    “Are you threatening me?” His gaze lowered on the tiny insect with thick, darkly rimmed glasses that surely weighed more than he did.
    Yet, Dr. Owens didn’t flinch. He didn’t blink. He simply stared up at him impassively, unable to be read, understood, or dissected.
    “I hate you, too…” Aaron took a step back from him, seething with rage. He felt like he had after he’d first met the guy—filled with perplexity and hostility.
    “Why do you say you hate me, Aaron? I’m only trying to help you.”
    “No, you’re turnin’ this into some circus. I came to you for help, and instead of helping me, you wanna lock me up with this person I met through your pen pal program that blew the hell up in my face. Instead of bein’ sorry about this, you keep pushin’ it! I’d rather be in the hole! Put me in isolation; I don’t care. I’m not doin’ it.”
    “Aaron, you have nothing to be afraid of.”
    “I’m not afraid!”
    “You are afraid, Aaron. It’s okay to be scared sometimes. You are fearful because you still care about her, even after knowing who and what she is.” Dr. Owens leaned back in his seat, real concern on his face. “I know a part of you would like to discuss these matters with her as well. Due to that, I’ve arranged to have you sent to Limestone for the weekend under the guise of a weekend training program. According to my records for Holman, you can—”
    “This is bullshit!”
    “What’s bullshit Aaron is the fact that I care enough about you and what has happened—the right, the wrong and the good of it all—enough to jeopardize my job!” The man’s voice boomed throughout the small room. “I could lose my license over this! Not over the mistake, but the solution! Yes, you are a walking experiment, but you are the best kind!” He rose to his feet and they hooked