If encountering Connor’s mother was the lesser devil, I wouldn’t mind seeing her every day but seeing your Ex- therapist in front of your door just makes coming home seem like a return from hell.
“Hi,” she said and I barged the door in her face.
“let her in, Steph,” Gigi said stretching his head from the sitting room where he had been watching hockey
“no”
“I called her”
“without my approval” slightly annoyed
“you never told me why you stopped therapy__ I didn’t even know you stopped until she called me”
“so you gave her number?”
“she is your therapist”
“she is not my therapist” I argued with him, I turned when I hear the door open
“there is a lady outside__ should she not come in?” Daniel said coming from outside. Old Ford had asked him to lend him a hand in one of his cars,
