The mention of Lucas reminded me of the last time I"d seen him – when he"d been deeply upset over what I"d revealed. “Are you sure Lucas is alright?”
Dr. Harding sighed, leaning heavily on his good leg. “I believe so, though certainly he"s finding the situation difficult and blames himself for your breakdown. I"ve explained it was healthy for you to vocalize what you were feeling. Holding all those memories in was putting enormous strain on you, Charlotte.”
“A problem shared is a problem halved,” I agreed quietly. It was an analogy used by my Grandmother regularly, and I could hear her calm voice in my mind, as soothing and loving as I remembered. It reminded me of oatmeal cookies and warm milk, listening to stories in bed as Gran lulled me to sleep when I stayed with her. She"d died abo
