Astrid

  Three weeks later

  “Ms. Blythe, how are you feeling today?” Dr. Kate asked as she walked into the office. I flashed her a smile, nodded, and intertwined my fingers.

  She sat in the chair opposite mine, the desk between us. Kate was my therapist. I’d been seeing her since I left Adrian’s house three weeks ago because I needed to. 

  There was a lot I had to move on from, a lot to heal, and I needed to talk about it without feeling horrified or ...