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February 1, 2062 Tuesday
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29 October 2012
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Eve stared at the ceiling of Mira’s office. She doubted she had ever willingly lain down on the blue couch-like chair in all fourteen of her years with the NYPSD. In fact, she couldn’t remember ever having done so, willingly or not.“Keep going, Eve.” Mira spoke quietly.
“That’s it. Roarke woke me up and I cried for a while. Then I fell back to sleep. Not so different than my usual nightmares.” There was a lie.
Obviously Mira agreed with Eve’s unspoken thought. “And do you feel that you were Stella in this nightmare? Hitting your child for wanting to be beautiful? For playing with your make-up?”
Eve thought about it. The dream had been different. But she hadn’t been Stella. The little girl had been Eve’s child, yes. But Eve had been … “I was watching. As if from a few feet away. I was just … watching.”
Mira touched her hand briefly. “Then I think you should consider this a major step. No, you weren’t able to stop the abuse. But you weren’t the abuser. You weren’t Stella, Eve.” She held up her hand as Eve started to protest. “Yes, yes, I understand you feel you should have intervened. Give yourself some time, Eve. When you have this nightmare again, and you will, I want you to reach your hand out to the child. That’s all. Just reach out your hand. Can you do that?” She smiled at Eve.
Eve looked at the ceiling. She’d had some luck doing what Mira had suggested in her dreams. “Yeah. I can do that.”
