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That was the worst walk of my life.

No. Second worst walk of my life.

Leaving my team behind didn’t sit right with me.

I guess that meant I had to talk to a shrink, huh?

I wentto the team offices and had a security escort to the back elevators and up to some random floor with private offices.

There were windows everywhere in the building.

Not a bad view out of each one.

The floor was mostly quiet and empty.

Which was good.

I did not need to be put on display.

Look at the messed up hockey player!

He’s going to sit on a couch and talk about his feelings!

Can you believe it?!

The security guard paused at a door and pointed to the number.

“This will be the one,” he said. “Each time.”

Each time.

How many of these do I have to do?

The funny part was I stood taller and bigger than the security guard.

I nodded down at him.

He tapped his finger to the number a few times.

“I got it,” I said.

“Good luck.”

Now those two words really pissed me off.

I entered the room and realized I was by myself.

“Great,” I whispered.

I wondered if this was some kind of psychological trick.

Leave me in a room alone for a little bit to process my thoughts.

I had nothing to process.

In fact, it was all simple.

Maybe even a little boring.