KEIRA’s POV

Trees whooshed past me as I drove by, one hand resting on my car's window and the other on my steering wheel. A song I had picked out wafted out of the loudspeakers as I tapped my fingers to the beat. Evening drives were therapeutic in a way but not when I was behind the steering wheel.

Natasha sat beside me, typing away on her phone and being the passenger princess as always.

"What do you think about hypnotherapy?" I asked her out of the blue.

She turned to me in the ...