The therapist’s office didn’t look scary at all.
That surprised Isabella.
There were toys on low shelves, stuffed animals sitting in little baskets, and a tiny table with crayons already spread out like someone had been waiting just for her. The carpet was soft under her sneakers, and the room smelled a little bit like vanilla and markers.
Isabella stopped just inside the doorway and wrapped both hands around her stuffed rabbit.
“It smells funny,” she whispered to Marian.
Marian smiled and bent down. “It does. But not bad, right?”
Isabella nodded, pressing the rabbit to her chest.
Daniel hovered behind them, trying not to rush her. His heart was beating harder than it ever had during a business meeting or courtroom conversation. This felt bigger than all of that.
A woman stepped in
