Toby was biting his nails off while his therapist spoke his mom Connie asked him to try to go to therapy for her to cope with his older sister Lyra death he did so only because his mom asked him too and he wanted to be far away from his father frank as possible “how old are you Toby?” She asked “seventeen” Toby replied still biting his nails as she wrote that down on her notepad “and what’s your full name?” Toby bit down on his nail hard which caused it to start bleeding but he couldn’t feel the pain “Toby Erin Rogers” his therapist handed him a bandage. He wrapped it around his finger with a blank look in his chocolate brown eyes. She continued asking simple questions to ease the moment Toby answered them honestly with the same distant look in his brown eyes.