KEIRA’s POV

I could only stand and stare as he tore out a form from the papers on his desk, hurriedly filling it up despite me being a wailing mess. I knew what the forms were for. To sign me up for a different therapist from him. He was going to make me someone else's problem.

"You told me I was going to get better," I forced out, and he looked up from the form he filled. "You promised to help me."

"Promises are meant to be broken."

Clint sounded like he had made up his mind and ...