SKY’S POV
Somewhere in the last few weeks, therapy had stopped feeling like something scheduled and started feeling like something I looked forward to, which was a sentence I never thought I’d be able to say about anything involving the word therapy.
I noticed it Thursday, walking in without the usual weight I used to carry through that door. No bracing. No rehearsed short answers. Just a chair I’d sat in enough times that my body relaxed into it before my head caught up.
“You seem lighter today,” Amira said.
“Good week. Relatively.”
“Relatively.”
“Nobody’s asked me about you in three days. That’s a personal record lately.”
Her mouth twitched, there and gone. “I’ll take the win where I can get it.”
We talked about the standings, about the eight games left, about a rookie defensem
