She watches him fearfully as he goes to pieces berating himself: the self-blame, self-hatred, the regret, the desperation
Her phone vibrates on the desk. Lea glances at the words as the text briefly lights up the screen, then focuses on the client in front of her.
“I really see what you mean,” Tamar is saying. “See what I mean, I mean.”
“I’m just reflecting what I’m hearing,” Lea says. “It’s you who’s doing the work.”
“I am.” Tamar can’t help smiling. “I think I finally am.”
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