Austin POV
“Welcome back, Austin” Craig, my therapist, greets me as soon as I step foot into his office.
I give a curt nod, wiping my sweaty palms against the fabric of my khaki uniform pants, as I walk to the chair across from him and take a seat.
He’s quick to notice my every nonverbal cue and smiles warmly. “I can see that you are nervous. But I don’t want you to think so much on what’s ahead, but at how far you’ve come.” He pauses as if to let his words sink in before giving me a question to ponder on. “Do you remember the first time you came here?”
He goes silent and just like that I’m mentally transported to nearly a month ago, standing at his office door with sweaty palms, trembling hands, and tingling fingers. I was a god damn mess.
That day I paced the width of his door for o
