CHAPTER THIRTY ONE
The office of Sloane Miller was tucked away down a long hallway on the first floor. Avery knocked and instantly prepared to leave when someone called out: “Hold on a sec!”
Shrinks were nothing new to Avery. She consulted a revolving door of psychologists and therapists and analysts over the years: first after her father was sent to prison, then during the worst years of her life when she was forced to leave Seymour & Finch. Some of their wordage was still in her mind. “You have to open up, Avery.” “Relax a little. Have you ever been on a vacation?” “What makes you happy? Really happy?”
I am not going to see a shrink, she thought.
The door opened to reveal a small room with only enough space for two or three people. Sloane had a desk and a chair. There was one extra c
