“Sounds like you’ve turned a corner,” Dr. Beltin said.
Morning sunlight came through the open window along with the occasional whoosh from a passing car. The air was warm and sweet now that spring was in full bloom. Desa admired the potted plants that were scattered throughout the office. She especially liked the big one with drooping, green leaves that ended in sharp points. Every time she came in here, she made a mental note to ask what it was called — she had never seen that particular species before, and she had travelled far and wide across this planet — but she always got so caught up in telling her stories that she forgot to mention it when her session ended.
Seated on the white couch with her hands resting on her thighs, Desa smiled into her lap. “I don’t know about that,” she re
