LILY
The therapist awaiting us was definitely what I’d imagined when Connor had described her to me, and what I imagined a therapist looked like.
Dr. Lisa was a woman in her mid-fifties, with a gentle face and a wise look in her eyes. Her wavy, light brown hair was lightly but elegantly twisted into a low bun, and she wore a long, reddish wool dress. Just as Connor had said, she emanated an air of warmth, welcoming, and acceptance.
Somehow, I immediately felt at ease – and a part of me grew suspicious.
That was not a feeling I was used to. Ever since Jane and Willow had unfortunately stormed into my life, I’d always been more wary around people, always keeping my guard up until I was sure they were fine. It had been years since I’d immediately felt that way with someone – as if she
