Trevor stepped into the counselor’s waiting room and looked around. It had a nice feeling to it. He noticed a clipboard on a chair with a note asking him to complete the forms. He sat down and quickly completed them. Part of him wanted to get up and leave because he didn’t want to rehash everything. He had seen a counselor in Missoula for a while after he went to live with Jake. He didn’t like him. He felt like the guy was judging him. After talking with Jake about it, they decided he could wait until they moved here.
The door opened and a woman in her fifties or so came out and introduced herself. “I’m Cecily. Why don’t you come in?” She opened the door and indicated to him to take a chair. She reviewed the forms he had completed and asked if he had any questions. Trevor no
