Royal looked up as the physician came into the space. She wasn’t what he’d been expecting when he’d been told she was the best at working with trauma survivors. She was petite, with black glasses and her hair knotted at her nape but it was the crushed velour track suit which made him pause. She looked like she had just rolled out of bed. He started to question the recommendation he’d taken from the counsellor who had been seeing Precious all along.
“Precious and Royal?” The woman spoke softly. “I’m Doctor Rivera. Please come on in.”
He rose to his feet and called to Precious who was coloring at a table nearby. “Come on Precious,” He motioned for her to go.
“No. I want to finish my picture.” She shot him an angry sideways glance. She’d been angry with him since she’d woken up after midni
