“Zach if you want my help you need to talk to me” the woman’s voice was gentle to Zach’s ears.
“Are you really as nice as you appear?” he asked his voice low, cautious.
She raised her chin to acknowledge she heard his question. “What makes you think I might not be?” she countered his question with one of her own.
He pressed his spine into the hard backed chair he sat in. He glanced furtively around the room stopping on the exit door. His dad was sitting just on the other side of that door. All he had to do was get up and walk through it and this would all be over.
“Zach” her voice was low barely loud enough to catch his attention. “Do you think about what people are hiding behind their smiles?”