CHAPTER SIX
Alone in Dr. Allen’s office, I stood up, sat down, rested my chin on my knuckles, leaned my head back against the wall. Boredom would have been better than how nervous I felt. My stomach churned. I couldn’t stand the idea that I might throw up again.
I rubbed my belly gently, hoping to calm myself down, and looked around.
Dr. Allen’s office seemed dark. The desk was dark wood, the bookcases that line the walls were made of similar dark wood. His flat screen computer monitor was black, his penholder was black, and the leather chair behind the desk was black. Even the black and white framed photos of waterfalls took up space on the white walls.
Books of various sizes lined the shelf behind me. I couldn’t pronounce more than half the titles.
Whatever was going on had to be se
