*Zac*
The shrink's office always smells like lemongrass and cedar, a soothing combination that's supposed to ease tension. Lydia’s pen clicks rhythmically as she jots down notes, her gaze focused on me.
"So, Zac," she starts, "how are things now? Sobriety treating you well? And how about Astrid?"
"Everything's great, Lydia," I respond, trying to sound casual. I can't shake off the unease, though. The black out, the poisoning, it’s all still there, gnawing at me. I'm worried about what I might have done during that time, what I can’t remember.
Lydia nods, her expression softening. "I never said it would be easy, Zac."
"Yeah, I know," I reply quickly. "But I just told you everything's great, didn't I?"
"Is there anything else, Zac?" she asks, a hint of challenge in her voice. "Somethi
