Callum Ashford Voss

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After Therapy Therapy with Dr. Ellison always ran long when it didn't go well. Today it had not gone well. Callum walked the corridor back toward the residential wing with his hands in his pockets and his jaw set and the particular quality of stillness about him that was different from his usual stillness — tighter, less chosen, the kind that came from spending fifty minutes being asked to locate feelings he had already decided were not relevant to the discussion.