Dr. Hall’s office smelled like lavender and fresh paper when I walked in. It was the kind of scent that made you feel like you could finally unclench the parts of yourself you didn’t even know were tense.I had come to think of her office as my safe space. Infact, it had been almost two weeks since I’d last been here, but the moment I stepped inside, everything felt familiar again — the couch with its ridiculous number of throw pillows, the softly humming air purifier, and the old tabby cat, Charlie, lounging on the window ledge like it owned the place.I closed the door gently behind me, my reflection flashing briefly in the glass frame by the shelf — messy curls, faint makeup, oversized hoodie (Ryans’s, obviously). I looked… different. Lighter, somehow.The last time I was here, I had been exhausted, terrified and angry all at at once. God, how things had changed in the space of two weeks. “Skylar,” Dr. Hall said, smiling from her chair as she set down her mug. “You’re glowing. S
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