CHAPTER TWENTY-FOUR † SESSION“AND THEN HE walked out,” I said in complete disbelief, raising my hands up in the air and dropping them over my stomach again. I lay
stretched out on Samrah’s couch. From breakfast with the band that crashed and burned, I went straight to my shrink session and spent the last fifteen minutes explaining what had happened.
“What kind of i***t does that?”
Expecting a reply, Samrah’s silence baffled me. I glanced over the arm of the couch at her. She tapped the tip of her pen on the notepad. Her meticulously shaped eyebrows pulled together,
carving out a deep valley between them. Frown lines emerged at the sides of her lips.
I huffed, returning to my prone position. “Your face is gonna stay that way if you brood much longer.”
“Not falling for that,” she mumbl
