she asked and smiled softly.Discomforted by the woman’s apparent recognition, Maddie squinted, trying to classify her features into someone recognizable. No go, especially not in the half-darkness filling the room.She sat in the chair beside the bed. “Do you remember me?” she asked, her voice barely above a whisper.Maddie brushed the hair from her face. “No, I’m sorry. I really don’t.”“Fair enough,” she replied evenly and offered her hand. “Tammy Ballard. I roomed next to you at the University of Oklahoma.” I don’t want you to see me like this. Maddie swallowed the lump in the back of her throat and thought back to college days from fourteen years ago. Now she could see the slight blonde girl she’d befriended her sophomore year—a quiet girl who liked track and psychology. “You broke a track record our junior year,” she said finally.Tammy smiled softly. “Yeah, I did—and sprained my ankle on the very next race.” She shook her head. “I was so clumsy.”She looked at the chart in front of her.Maddie frowned. “What brings you here?”“I’m a crisis counselor, Maddie.”Maddie stiffened and looked away. Images of the rapist filled her head, and she tried to blacken the memory, but it remained. “I don’t need a counselor,”
