Chapter 22Cook
I spent about a week wallowing on Rhi’s couch, and then Samira came home. She took one look at me, grabbed her laptop, and worked on it for about half an hour. Then she presented me with said laptop.
“There are tabs open. These are local therapists who have openings for intensive therapy from now until New Year’s. Pick one.” With that, she left me sitting there and went to make coffee.
She was definitely her mother’s daughter.
I picked a woman around my age and made an appointment. I was long due anyway. I did notice that all three therapists Samira had suggested had l***q friendly in their bios, too.
Dr. Alonzo saw me at her little office about a thirty-minute walk away from Rhiannon’s. It was just enough time for me to gather myself and to start freaking the f**k out.
