I didn’t know why I came back.
Well, that’s a lie…I knew.
Because even though I left the first session telling myself it was “fine, whatever, just talking,” something in me had softened.
Dr. Hall hadn’t pushed too hard, hadn’t made me feel like a specimen under glass. She’d just… listened. And that alone had been new enough to throw me off balance.
So here I was again, perched on the same soft couch, twisting the frayed string from my hoodie around my finger while Charlie the cat sprawled belly-up on the windowsill like he owned the place.
“You came back,” Dr. Hall said with a small smile as she sat down on her chair.
I shrugged, eyes on my hoodie string. “Yeah. But don’t get used to it though.”
She chuckled in response. “Fair enough. How did the rest of your week go?”
“Busy,” I
