Anna's POV:

Dr. Nelson's office smells like antiseptic and old paper.

I sit in the leather chair across from his desk. Alexander stands behind me, one hand resting on my shoulder.

"So." Dr. Nelson sets down his pen. Studies my face. "How are you feeling, Anna?"

"Better." The word comes easier than I expect. "Much better."

His eyebrows lift. "Tell me more."

"The ocean helped." I glance back at Alexander. His ...