Charlie was the first thing I saw when I pushed open the glass door to Dr Hall’s office.
His grey tabby tail flicked like a metronome on the edge of Dr. Hall’s desk, eyes half-closed, completely unbothered by the fact that he was a cat in an office meant for stressed-out college student like me.
Dr. Hall was bent over a stack of manila files, glasses sliding down her nose. Her hair was pinned back in one of those clips that made her look like she could either grade papers or run a startup. She looked up with a quick flicker of surprise, then amusement.
“Well, if it isn’t my favorite client.”
I didn't say anything. Rather, my sneakers squeaked as I moved across the office’s polished floor and by the time I got to Dr. Hall’s cushion, I was already tugging my hoodie sleeves down over my
