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Opening the bedroom door, Oak stopped when he saw Evie sitting on the other side of the bed with her back to him and the phone to her ear.
“I know,” she said into the handset that she was clutching with two hands. “Yes, I understand that… Yes…” Her voice was even, like she was listening to instructions. Then she exhaled. “I can’t… Noel, I…” Ok, so she was talking to her therapist. Propping himself on the doorframe, Oak wondered if it was rude to listen in, maybe he should give her privacy. But he had to let her know that she was free to come out of the bedroom. “He won’t want to.” He? Oak wondered if he could be the he? Would she talk to her therapist about him? Probably, and he’d have to be ok with that. He was a new development in her life and one that he hoped she’d integrate full
