7
“So, how do you feel?”
There was something soothing about Dr. Holeen’s office, about the pastel-yellow walls and the potted plants with broad, green leaves. About the impressionist painting of a tree on a hilltop that she kept over her desk.
The good doctor was sitting in an office chair with a tablet in hand, checking the notes she had made. Her head came up, and she studied Jack through the thin lenses of her glasses. “Take your time.”
Jack sat in his own chair with hands gripping the armrests, frowning at the woman. “How do I feel?” he asked. “I just told you that I think the Justice Keepers have fallen from grace. I’m not sure how to feel about that.”
He had spent the last half hour sharing his thoughts on what Summer had told him. Most Keepers no longer communed with their Nass
