I didn’t realize group therapy would be a thing here. I thought that was solely reserved for AA meetings and bad teen romcoms but apparently not. I’m sitting on the floor in a circle in the middle of a large room, legs crossed, hands in my lap as I eye the eight others around me. Dr. Barnes is sitting opposite me and is smiling at each of us, her red lips turned up in a grin.
“Right well, it looks like one of us is missing but we might as well start,” she says, her eyes darting to the door.
As on cue, the door bangs open and in struts Zachary, bag slung over his shoulder which he discards at the corner of the room with everyone else’s. He doesn’t even apologize for being late or make any comment to Dr. Barnes who looks ticked off as he slumps down next to his friends.
“Well, we were j
