Sofie
“You going to tell me what’s wrong or do I need to get you drunk?” Delaney asks me for the third time.
“I’m fine Delaney. Have some things going through my mind from work. And I didn’t sleep well last night. Think I’m getting a cold.” I already had one extra large drink which is not normal for me.
Ava “Your eyes are watery.”
“Yeah, they itch like crazy. I took some allergy medication but it only helped a little.” I tell them. My good old allergy excuse. I hadn't been able to repair my puffy eyes after my cry in the bathtub. I felt better though. Sofie in therapy cried instead of burying her emotions and then allowing them to overwhelm her. She expresses her anger as well instead of hiding behind flippant fake indifference or sarcasm.
Delaney pats my shoulder as her phone starts
