KEIRA’s POV

Days had gone by, and I had not gotten a glimpse of Clint ever since he referred me to the other therapist. I had assumed that he would give me a call, asking to see me or apologise for the way he had spoken to me and beg to be my therapist once again.

But that was wistful thinking on my part. The more the days went by, the more I wanted to see him. Being separated from him for days felt like years and I could not take it any longer.

Occasionally, I would glance at his ...