Walker Scott raked his hands through his ear-length blonde hair and leaned on his blue jean-covered knees. Letting out a breath, he was glad that was over. The confession. The beginning. He hadn't talked about it. Not to anyone. Not since it happened. But now he was there, sharing with the doctor.
The doctor who just sat there and scribbled.
"So," the doctor said. "What happened the next day?"
Walker looked at his watch and smirked. "Guess we'll have to get into that next session."