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Chapter 142: Jessie’s POV

ผู้เขียน: Nancii Agosto
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It’s only a short drive to Dr. Smithsdale’s office, according to the navigator mounted on the dashboard of the patrol car, but every passing second feels stretched thin by my nerves. The hum of traffic outside and the steady clicking of the turn signal fill the silence between us.

“So this is my first time accompanying a victim to a therapy intake,” Officer Miller says as he exits the parking garage and turns right onto the main intersection. “Would you like me to sit outside the room during your appointment, or would you like me to enter with you?”

I hesitate for just a beat before answering. After everything that’s happened—after the nurse ordeal—even places meant for healing don’t feel completely safe anymore. My trust has become something fragile, easily shaken.

“Can you sit in with me?” I ask quietly.

“Okay,” he agrees. “But I do believe that after intake, neither Lincoln nor I will be able to sit in with you for your therapy sessions.” His voice is gentle, but the reminder lands
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