AMELIA POV

Dr. Katherine Bloom's office is nothing like Dr. Claire's. No eucalyptus scent. No matching armchairs. Just a simple couch and walls painted soft gray.

“Tell me why you’re here.” Dr. Katherine settles into her chair. Mid-forties, kind eyes, no notepad.

“I need to process some things.” I twist my hands in my lap. “Alone. Without my boyfriend in the room.”

“What kind of things?”

“My divorce. The public humiliation. Being called a gold digger by strangers.” The ...