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My therapy -- 2

Penulis: Abby
last update Tanggal publikasi: 2026-01-13 23:55:46

I didn’t wait a week.

I was back in Dr. Carter’s office three days later.

No appointment. No warning. Just walked in like I owned the place.

The receptionist was gone. The lights were dim. His door was cracked open.

He looked up from his desk when I stepped in.

“You’re early,” he said.

“I couldn’t wait.”

He raised a brow. Closed his folder. “That’s not how this works.”

“Then punish me.”

Something in his eyes changed—just like before. That flicker of restraint, snapping like a worn thread.

“Lock
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