The Haunted (Sarah Roberts 12) Read Online Free PDF

me,” Williams said.
     
    “How’s that?”
     
    “Have you ever been pregnant before?”
     
    Sarah shook her head. “No. Absolutely not.”
     
    Williams rubbed his chin as he looked down at the pad. “Flowers represent how you feel about children.”
     
    “I love children,” she snapped. “I always put children first.”
     
    “Not children in general.” He looked at her. “Your children. You saw the lilies by a grave. That tells me the idea of having children for you is dead. You’re so convinced that you’ll never have children that you’ve buried the idea, figuratively speaking.”
     
    Sarah shook her head in the negative. “Not so. I plan on kids one day, just not yet. When you asked about flowers, I said lilies because those were the flowers I left at my sister’s grave yesterday. Had you asked these questions a week ago you would’ve gotten a different answer.”
     
    “Okay. Then let’s move on. The storm represents problems in your life. Since this storm is directly over your head, sometimes raining, sometimes not, that tells me your problems are always there, preying on you.”
     
    “Tell me about it.”
     
    “There’s lightning, dark clouds and blackness.”
     
    “The lightning must be gunfire,” Sarah said, trying to gauge his reaction. If she was going to continue with this doctor, he would learn of her lifestyle fast enough. Gauging his reaction would help her decide how much to reveal going forward.
     
    He continued talking as if he didn’t hear her comment. “But here’s something interesting. You said it was the storm and the rain that ruined the ladder years ago.” He looked up at her. “That means you’ve allowed your problems to push your friends away.”
     
    “That makes sense, but it didn’t happen exactly like that.”
     
    He set his pad aside. “The point of that exercise is to allow me to see where you’re at. To see how your relationships are coming along. How you are with friends, with Aaron, and what is bothering you in life. Of course it’s all general, surface detail, but without asking you directly, I can get to know you better. It enables me to have a firm grasp on where you’re at which only allows me to guide you through whatever it is you have come to talk about.”
     
    “Okay, now that we have that out of the way, I prefer a more direct approach in the future. Ask me anything and I’ll answer or choose not to.”
     
    “I assure you, the beauty of these questions isn’t to trip you up. It’s to assess you psychologically without the awkwardness of me asking how you and your friends are getting along. Or what you think of Aaron. Now I have a solid opinion of how you feel about Aaron.”
     
    “Okay, I admit, I like how it played out, but I’m more of a straight shooter. Let’s just play our cards and see how the game unfolds. It’s my dime after all.”
     
    “Agreed.” He adjusted himself in his seat, switched his position to face her better and picked up his pen. “Do you have any questions for me? Or would you like to discuss why you’re here?”
     
    A door shut hard on the floor below them. Because Dr. Williams’ office was the only one on this floor, the sound echoed throughout the mostly hollow building. Outside, the sun had moved enough for her to see that the Ford was as dark as the one from yesterday.
     
    Is it the same? she asked Vivian.
     
    “There’s a lot to be said about the chair you choose in my office,” Williams added.
     
    Sarah turned back to him. “Oh yeah? What’s this chair say about me?”
     
    Her stomach twitched and her palms moistened with sweat. She hadn’t been in action since the murder of Father Adams in a hospital in Los Angeles almost nine months ago. She forgot how it felt.
     
    It was evident that someone was following her. But who? And why?
     
    And why was Vivian silent on the matter?
     
    Unless this was Vivian’s plan all along.
     
    Are you leading me to Cole Lincoln? she asked