Chapter Ninety-Eight. Therapy.
Cheryl smiled up at her mate, as he lovingly patted her bottom, whilst she bent over and placed a jug of water, along with some cups of tea, coffee, biscuits and of course a large box of Kleenex on the cream-coloured coffee table that sat in front of the long sage couch. There were side tables with large fern plants either side, and her own wing backed sage chair opposite. Her file for notes was placed on the chair ready for her to pick up and begin to take notes.
“Do you have Roma and Slasher today?” Dr Andrew Keto asked his mate.
“Yeah. Followed by a quick check in session with Becca. After that, I am hoping Del brings Hannah for a chat. She is struggling, and has a lot to process at the moment,” Cheryl sighed, worried about her granddaughter, and how
