AstridThree weeks later“Ms. Blythe, how are you feeling today?” Dr. Kate asked as she walked into the office. I flashed her a smile, nodded, and intertwined my fingers.She sat in the chair opposite mine, the desk between us. Kate was my therapist. I’d been seeing her since I left Adrian’s house three weeks ago because I needed to. There was a lot I had to move on from, a lot to heal, and I needed to talk about it without feeling horrified or ashamed.There was progress—small, but it mattered.“I’m good,” I muttered. She grabbed her little book and placed it on the desk, then stared at me. She smiled warmly, her eyes brightening.“You look good. Really,” she said, and I felt a blush creeping up my cheeks. Oh, to be complimented by a woman—it always hits differently.“So, anything you want to talk about today?” she asked, and I nodded, dropping my gaze to my hands. There was something I needed to talk about. And for the first time since meeting her, it had nothing to do with my tra
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