I walked down the hall from the party and into the bathroom. I froze. My heart pounded in my chest as fear gripped me. I could not move. It was as though some invisible force had wrapped itself around me. I just stood there, taking in the sight of Tom, my friend Cindy's brother, hunched over the bathroom counter with his jeans down around his ankles. He held open a magazine with one hand while his other hand was grasping...

I read the brass letters next to the door. Jennifer Danson, CCHT. I pushed the doorbell button and waited a few seconds before the door opened. “Chelsea?” Jennifer asked with a bright, warm smile. “Hi, come on in, I’m Jennifer.” She stuck out her hand to shake mine. I couldn’t help but feel how warm and soft her hand was. Her grip was firm and confident. She was a lovely woman in her mid-thirties with long red hair and br...