CHAPTER TWELVE
It took a few weeks for her body to return to normal and even then, she still ached. “I guess the bruises went deeper than I realized,” she said to Atom one day. They had healed, but it felt like some were bone deep, and belatedly she wondered if she were slipping back into depression.
The difference this time was she could talk to her partner in life about it. Atom listened to her without judgement and suggested she talk to a therapist or see a doctor. “There’s no shame in asking for help, baby.”
She was more grateful to him that she could express. God, this man…
It was almost Thanksgiving, and Maia had invited the Harpers and the Benjamins to her place for the traditional meal. Lark was with her family but said she would stop by later in the day for mulled wine and pum
