JOSIE’S POV
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What the hell did I just hear?
Everything went blank afterwards.
‘Did Mr. Evans book a Therapy appointment for me Josephine Garcia?’
‘Did he get my permission?’
“Back to Earth.” I was brought back to reality by his voice. I looked around and that is when I noticed, I was already in the Therapist’s office.
There was a middle-age lady sitting on a chair, who I assume is the Therapist, but I don’t have time to acknowledge her at this moment. My blood temperature is about 100 degrees right now, it was about to evaporate from anger and frustration.
I glared at him angrily and he just shrugged it off as if he had brought me out for ice-cream. For Christ’s sake, he brought me to a freaking Therapist.
My parent
