AMELIA POV
Dr. Katherine Bloom's office is nothing like Dr. Claire's. No eucalyptus scent. No matching armchairs. Just a simple couch and walls painted soft gray.
“Tell me why you’re here.” Dr. Katherine settles into her chair. Mid-forties, kind eyes, no notepad.
“I need to process some things.” I twist my hands in my lap. “Alone. Without my boyfriend in the room.”
“What kind of things?”
“My divorce. The public humiliation. Being called a gold digger by strangers.” The words tumble out. “Panic attacks when I see cameras. The feeling that I’m always being watched.”
Dr. Katherine nods. “That sounds like trauma.”
The word hits me. Trauma. I’d never thought of it that way.
“Tell me about the divorce.” She leans forward slightly.
So I do. For fifty minutes, I talk. About signing papers
