"Ayla asked me to hang out this weekend, I said yes," I disclosed to Schofield, feeling more comfortable today than I did last week.
I was back in the same position I was the last time I was with Schofield still at the same chair in front of me as I lay on the small couch.
He smiled. "That's really good, Sierra. I'm happy to see you make an effort with your social life."
You and I both.
My gaze stuck to the ceiling. "But I'm also hanging out with Julian, I think."
He looks surprised. I almost gave a triumphant dance because it took much effort to produce that look from him on the daily. Nothing really fazed him anymore. I guess if he handled a couple of troubled kids in school for the last twenty years you would think he had seen it all.
"I've been meaning to question you about that.
