THERAPY HELPS?
She said if I couldn't talk about what happened to me I should write about it instead.
Adam seconded the idea, but all I want is for him to hug me, hold me tight; but then I remember that's how we'd been when I asked him to kill me.
So I run, run until my feet can't take it anymore. When they're just lumps of bruised, bleeding meat. Yet I still can't escape the nightmares; I can barely bring myself to close my eyes even for a second. If I do I see ingrained on my mind the images of those men...of what happened.
So I call Adam and I cry and he holds me and tells me it'll be ok.
Adam's told me Harry and Ben have gone to pick up an old friend; spy swap with the Russians.
God I hope they're not female.