VIOLET
Willow gets me to Dr. Michaels’ office five minutes before my appointment time. Mia Germain rises from her seat in the waiting room and strides toward me. She looks the same, if not a tiny bit older. Time marches on for all of us, after all.
I hold my breath when she gets closer, convinced she’s going to make a comment on my physique.
Instead, she just spreads her arms and wraps me in a giant hug.
Her dark hair is streaked through with random strands of silver, giving it a tinsel appearance. It’s twisted into a bun on top of her head. Her oversized sweater makes her seem smaller.
“I’m so glad you made it,” she says, withdrawing.
I grin. “Me, too. This is my best friend, Willow Reed.”
“My parents are hippies,” she says, trying to explain away her name as she shakes Mia’s hand.
