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“It’s been a while since you’ve been in, so I was pleased to get your message.” Dr. McCoy slides a cup of tea across the coffee table.
“I don’t even know where to begin,” I say, squishing back into the cushions. So I begin with tears. She lets me cry for a handful of minutes and then starts with the questions to unpack everything that has happened in the weeks since I last darkened her doorstep.
I tell her about Jaina Jacen, the success of the books, the situation at the Sexhibition this past weekend and how I haven’t heard from Gretchen, the c*****e with my parents’ splitting and the Thanksgiving fiasco with Holden—and of course, I tell her about Luke. When I spill that we kissed, she claps. Quietly, but it makes me smile nonetheless. For most people, something as mundane as kissing
