Yes, please. I don’t want to be alone
“If you don’t mind,” I begin, my face heating with embarrassment. “I’d rather not be alone yet.”
Dr. Grange gives me a warm smile, her brown hair curling around her face. “I don’t mind.”
She sinks into the corner of my sofa, pulling a pillow across her lap. “What would you like to do? Watch television? I’m also quite good at Scrabble.”
I consider her request. I’m not sure which board games I have in the house. I think I packed a few, but I don’t want to go through the boxes in the spare room just now.
“I don’t recommend telling anyone from your old life about your transformation,” she advises, reaching a hand up to brush away a stray hair from her cheek. “Not unless it’s absolutely necessary.”
“That’s easy,” I tell her. “I’m pretty far away from
