Chapter 39
The following week, I took Philip’s advice and scheduled an appointment to talk to a therapist.
Dr. Shelia Wheaton’s office was downtown in a five-story building near an organic whole foods store and a strip mall of local eateries.
I walked along the icy streets to the back entrance of the building, black ice and a brisk wind reminding me of an impending winter. I rode the elevator to the fourth floor, and stepped out into a small empty reception area, furnished in warm, dark wood walls, floor to ceiling carpeting, and limited seating.
I checked in with a middle-aged woman who was reading a romance novel, and gave her my name. She handed me papers to fill out. “Dr. Wheaton will see you shortly.” She smiled. “Bring me back the paperwork when you’re done.”
I took a seat by th
