Rebecca's pov
“Oh, hi, Rebecca. Please, come in,” Dr. Jenna said, gesturing with her hand. “Take a seat.”
I moved forward, pulling the chair in front of her desk softly before sitting down with a plop.
“How are you?” Dr. Jenna asked with a smile.
“I’m okay, thank you. How are you?” I asked politely, though her haggard appearance already provided the answer. She looked like she hadn’t slept in days. Her usually neat office reflected her state. While still presentable at first glance, a closer look revealed stacks of papers scattered on her desk, the examination couch, and even the floor. The neatly tucked-away plants looked wilted and saggy, as though they hadn’t been watered in a while.
“I’m okay, thanks for asking,” she replied with a light laugh, pulling me back to reality. “You’re
