"So that was the end of it then, Alec?" Dr. Boudreau asked. Her voice was the calming timber hum that I recalled it being, and though it had been hours since we started talking and I had to retell all that had happened this year, she seemed to maintain that same patience and open reliability I appreciated her for.
I nodded, shifting in the couch I'd been on since the start of the session. "Yes, kind of."
"Kind of?" My therapist stretched, and I looked up from where my gaze had been pinned to the coffee table in front of me. "It was the end of the first term. The Christmas Carol was a success, and you seemed to have done half the work on progress."
"You think so?" I felt relieved.
She nodded calmly, smiling. "Yes. Trauma is a curse but also the teaching paradigm of humanity. You've sho
