“You’re going to be all right, Megan. I promise. It’s a positive sign that you’re willing to start medication. Commit to your therapy with Dr. Anders, please. You’re a wonderful woman. You have so much life ahead of you. So much to offer. And remember, whenever you feel the need to talk, I’ll always be here.”
I’ll always be here.
You’ve got to be kidding me.
I say flatly, “Thanks again. Bye.” I hang up and turn to stare at myself in the mirror. My eyes are wild, my face is pale, and I’m still shaking. I think Dr. Singer wasn’t being honest when he said I was only a two point five on the nutso scale.
I’m a full-on ten. Maybe even an eleven.
“Megan?”
A gentle knock on the ladies’ room door makes me spin away from the mirror, my heart lurching. “Yes?”
“You okay in there?”
It’s Coop. P
