CHAPTER TWENTY-NINEMallory
August 15, 2016
Patricia is staring at me, patiently waiting for a reaction.
I shift in my chair, unable to explain how it makes me feel. The words aren’t coming to me, so I look at the bookshelf across the room. There are many psychology books and a few other medical books.
Patricia is a native Californian. From the outside, she looks like what you would expect: tall, tan, fit, blonde hair, blue eyes, and a gleaming smile full of incredibly white teeth. Even her office seems to smell like the beach. It’s full of light blues, beige, and ivory tones all blended together to create a very serene place to sit and talk.
She seems put together, always wearing her hair pulled back in a stylish way with casual clothing that still seems business appropriate. She isn’
