She sat with a hot mug of coffee in her hands, her hair in a bun, no makeup on, wearing a knitted sweater, baggy jeans, and white sneakers.
“Do you still feel the same way you felt yesterday?” the therapist, who sat opposite her, asked in a calm, angelic voice.
“Every day feels the same. I still feel anger and hate,” she replied and sipped her coffee.
She had a nervous breakdown five days ago, but it still felt so fresh.
“When was the last time you had happy thoughts?”
Jade shrugged.
“Five days ago, before...” She paused and slightly looked at Xavier, who was seated next to her.
The three of them sat in a warm room with a fireplace, a room she used only for her therapy sessions.
Ever since her breakdown, he had volunteered to attend her sessions with her, which, of course, she decl
