The heavy click of the clock sent my hair on end. The woman sitting across from me, with large-framed glasses and curly shoulder-length hair, in her early thirties, stared at me with a polite smile that made me cringe.
I eyed the white couch in the corner of the room, wondering if I should have sat there.
“Would you like to move seats?” Ms. Courtney asked.
I tapped my fingers against the arm of my chair and shook my head. “Not really.”
“That’s fine,” she said. “So, Maverick, is there a certain reason you’re here today?”
Because Josie gave me an ultimatum, and I wanted her to be done with King.
Carefully, I sat forward, holding my forehead in my palm. “I—my friend suggested it.”
Courtney nodded, slowly, writing something down on her overlarge notepad. I itched to stand up and demand
