CHAPTER THIRTY
Riley’s hopes were rising as she parked in front of the house with the dignified sign that read LIFEGRASP COUNSELING, INC.
This could be it, she thought. This could be the break I’ve been looking for.
In fact, she was feeling sure that she was on the right track.
She got out of the car and walked toward the house. Other than the sign, it didn’t look like a business at all. It was just an attractive, wood-frame, three-story house in a neighborhood with houses much like it.
When Riley walked through the front door, a little bell tinkled to announce an arrival.
She found herself in an almost alarmingly peaceful space. What had once been a large living room had been painted in muted, pastel colors, with mildly surrealistic paintings hung from the walls. There was a scent o
