...Haley POV...
Ever since I woke up, I've been nothing but confused. Nothing is making sense. I couldn't distinguish between what was real and what wasn't. The memories I had from the time I spent in a coma seemed to outweigh my original memories to the point that everything seemed backwards. I didn't know who I really was, who was with me or against me, nor Damian's true feelings for me. In the end, words were just words. How was I supposed to know what was real and what wasn't? I needed some sort of proof. Something that would put my mind at ease into which decision I had to make.
Dr. Matthews had suggested I see a therapist. Dr. Elizabeth Manning was the psychiatrist assigned to me. I had never been to therapy before so I had no idea what to expect. The first few sessions were a b
