Her phone ringing in her bedroom caught her ear and she groaned and made her way back to the bed. She immediately felt her stomach drop. She recognized the number as her counsellors and realized she had missed her session. “Damn,” she muttered and pushed her bangs out of her face and answered the phone.
“Mackenna, it’s Farrah. Just checking in. It’s not like you to miss a session.”
“Ugh, I’m so sorry. I was up late last night and then overslept and then forgot all about the appointment. Even my security agent, who knows my calendar better than I do, forgot. I apologize Farrah.”
“Well, are you open to having a telephone consult instead of in person?”
She sat on the edge of the bed and scratched her temple. “Yes, as a matter of fact I am. I’m feeling out of sorts this morning and maybe a
