♥ Chloe ♥
I stared at the plaque on Dr. Rennick’s office door for a full minute before I knocked. It felt strange coming here again. I hadn’t seen her in almost three weeks, and it was like stepping into the final scene of a movie that had gone on far too long. My reflection in the glass looked tired, but not weak. Worn, but not broken. For the first time, I saw a woman who had survived. Dr. Rennick greeted me with a smile and a mug of peppermint tea, just like she always did.
“Chloe,” she said warmly. “Come in,” I settled into the worn armchair across from her. I tugged the sleeves over my wrists out of habit, but then I stopped myself. I didn’t need to hide anymore.
“Our last session,” I said as I did my best to sound casual.
“Only if you feel ready,” she replied as she set her noteb
