Thirty-six
Cassie
I sat on a loveseat, nervously crossing and uncrossing my legs. Dr. Melissa Ojeda sat across from me, perched on a wingback chair with a pen and notepad in hand. Kind brown eyes peered over rectangular reading glasses, studying me.
When I first saw her, I was ready to bolt out the door. If it wasn’t for Willa Mae’s soft encouragement, I probably would have.
Dr. Ojeda had that no-nonsense-and-all-business look about her. Her appearance was the ultimate professional who had it all together—unlike me who was falling apart just by looking at her. Her dark hair was pulled back into a tight French braid chignon. She looked to be around my mom’s age, but it was hard to tell. Her face was smooth with not a trace of wrinkles. Strands of white hair ran along the sides of her te
