Chapter 143
Jake’s POV,
The therapist welcomed me with a smile that can be stated as genuine, but not enough that I would want to reciprocate. Actually, I can only smile when Emily is around to let her know I'm just as positive as I say I am. And I'm trying to be that. It just gets overwhelming sooner then I anticipate.
“Have a seat, Mr. Wilson.” She said as for the first time I look at the woman stood upright with her golden locks falling from her shoulder down to her waist, straight like might be drawn with a scale. A woman who cannot be much older than me, yet she looks—relaxed. Eyebrows resting on top of her eyes with ease and focus and from what I can recognize as professionalism. Forehead had no amounts of wrinkles from constant furrowing that I've acquired in the past few months,
