We met with the mental health specialist, Dr. Ackerman, who Liz had talked to about getting Dom enrolled in the program. The doctor was pretty hot for a chick, in that hipster chic way—with long messy black hair and dark-rimmed glasses. She dressed in jeans and a flannel shirt, which seemed out of place with her title. I couldn’t help but notice how Liz seemed flustered through the entire meeting, especially when the woman smiled at her. I filed that away for later.
I didn’t dare open my mouth for most of the meeting considering I’d been told I had trouble hiding my true feelings. How about that? I kept a low profile, trailing along behind the ladies as the doc gave us the run-down of the program. I steeled myself as best I could as we toured the stables, the riding rings, and the other c
