Chapter Thirty-Two
Amelia’s heart thudded in her throat. When she had last stepped into a therapist’s office for the first time, it had ended up changing her life—and not in the way she had expected.
The door of Dr. Scarpa’s office opened and a pleasant-looking woman appeared. For the life of her, Amelia couldn’t remember what she’d thought of Jill’s appearance when she’d first greeted her. She’d been just as nervous, if not more, so appraising her therapist’s looks had hardly been a priority.
“Amelia Shaw?” Dr. Scarpa asked.
Amelia followed her inside. Her office was decorated in a much more clinical way than Jill’s. No ostentatious art on the walls. No cozy furniture. The mood was completely different—almost austere.
They exchanged a few niceties before Dr. Scarpa cut to the chase.
