Desa stormed into Dr. Beltin’s office, barely sparing a glance for the spindly man as he sat in his large, cushioned chair. The good doctor, however, was quite interested in her. He watched as she hopped onto the couch and stretched out with her hands folded over her chest.
Frowning up at the ceiling, Desa took a deep breath. “All right, let’s get started.”
“It’s nice to see you again, Ms. Troval. Why don’t you tell me about-”
Wincing, Desa squeezed her trembling fist so hard that her nails dug into her palm. “You know, it was supposed to be over.” She turned her head to fix an angry glare upon him. “I did my duty! I destroyed the monster that threatened my people! A quiet life was supposed to be my reward! Isn’t that how it works in all the stories?”
The doctor already had his tablet
