“Mackenzie.”
I walked into Naomi’s office and sat in the same chair I’d been using for the last ten months. I didn’t want to do these sessions. I never even wanted to admit that I was doing them, but there I was. I’d promised six sessions to my parents, and this was my tenth. Go me. Pin a star on my file.
I nodded in greeting, folding my hands over each other in my lap.
Naomi took a second, probably evaluating my posture, and she leaned back in her seat. “What’s going on?”
I knew what she was referring to, but I still played dumb. I didn’t know why. I could’ve gotten a gold star in stall tactics too. “What do you mean?”
She smiled briefly, nodding at me. “You know.”
There was our relationship, right there. She knew I knew. I knew she knew that I knew, and yet I still played the game.
