Meluna Hounding.
"You brought—"
"Yeah, she brought me." Cynthia cuts Jasmine me off. "And for your own sake, that doctor better do something meaningful here, because I've gotten enough missed calls to know Roan has already figured out we're gone."
My stomach lurches. My phone has been turned off, not wanting Roan's calls to shatter my already frayed nerves while the therapist is trying to get into my head.
"Luna Meluna?" the therapist says.
I force myself to look at him.
"I just need you to breathe—"
"She's been breathing for the past two hours!" Cynthia snaps from her corner.
"Cynthia, please!" My patience evaporates. "I didn't ask you to come here so you could yell at me and everyone else." I'm done being the nice, accommodating Meluna. Her constant rudeness is too much.
"Ugh,
