I didn’t want to go to therapy today.
I sat in my car for twenty minutes just staring at the glass doors of the building, watching the rain hit the windshield in soft little splashes.
My skin itched from the inside like I couldn’t breathe right, like I needed to scream or cry or sleep for a week.
But I went anyway.
The elevator made this horrible humming sound as it carried me up, and I caught my reflection in the mirrored walls.
Pale.
Mascara smudged.
My dress clung to my hips too tight, maybe too short but I didn’t change.
I didn’t care.
Ronan was waiting when I stepped in.
Same soft smile.
Same kind blue eyes.
He stood as I entered, like he always did, and gestured for me to sit.
The room smelled like coffee and sandalwood and something warmer I couldn’t quite place.
“You
