7 MONTHS LATER
“So, our last session,” Dr. Barnes smiles at me. It’s the first smile of hers I have seen in a long time that feels genuine, that she’s actually happy I’m leaving and not because she wants to get rid of me, but because she knows that she’s done something right. Her overly decorated and happy office has now become somewhat of a safe zone for me, a place I know I can come to when I need to vent. “How does it feel to be leaving?”
I look at her through the thick of my lashes and shrug. “Surreal, I don’t really think there’s a word for it.”
Dr. Barnes sits up in her chair, places her notepad down and meets my eyes. “I’m proud of you, Nevaeh,” she tells me, earnestly. “Your progress...everything you have been through. I think Sienna would be very proud of you too.”
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