The Dark House

I sat, my eyes closed. Returning to that scared girl in her room, listening to her parents fight before the sun rose.

“What would that period of your life be called if it were a movie?” She probed, gently. I sat, my eyes closed. Returning to that scared girl in her room, listening to her parents’ fight before the sun rose. “The Dark House,” the name came to me easily, surprisingly. 

It was one of our last tapping sessions together, an experience I’d entered with no expe…