"Where have you been?" Merissa whispered as I settled down beside her in a bustling restaurant where she asked to meet me. Jenna was nowhere to be seen.
"I went to see him. Dr. Alonso Luna, Tristan's therapist," I answered, scanning the menu and finding nothing I would like to eat. "Damn, I am craving cheesy fries and coke,"
"I know that. How did it go? What did he say?" Merissa inquired, sounding impatient. I turned my eyes to her face and smiled.
"He just brushed upon what Madison told us yesterday," I replied. "He told me that when he first met with Tristan, he, I mean Tristan was not aware about of any of what he was going through. He went to him so that he can seek some peace of mind and over the time Alonso discovered that he was not just suffering from untreated depression but
