MACEY
“I called him yesterday,” I blurted out before I could stop myself.
Dr. Hale’s pen froze mid-sentence. She looked up, her brows lifting just slightly. “You called Damien?”
I nodded, staring at the beige rug instead of her face. “Yeah. I don’t even know why. It was late, and I was in my feelings, I guess. I just… needed to hear his voice.”
She didn’t react right away. That was the thing about Dr. Hale, she didn’t rush you. She let silence do the work. After a moment, she tilted her head, her tone calm but probing. “And how did that make you feel?”
I let out a small laugh, the kind that sounds more like an exhale. “Like a cliche.”
“Why do you say that?”
“Because I keep telling myself I’m moving on,” I said, twisting the silver bracelet around my wrist. “And then I go and
