Chapter 35“Thanks for making time for me,” I tell my therapist the next day. “I couldn’t wait until next week to talk.”
Sherry stares at me from where she sits straight in her plush white chair. The air smells earthy and damp in her immaculate office. A vase of white lotuses and baby’s breath sits between us on the coffee table.
“What’s troubling you, Jack?”
“My partner.”
“Your partner, Steve?”
I fiddle with a loose thread on my shirt sleeve and stare out into the monotonous, steely-gray morning. Specks of rain hit the windowpane.
“Jack?”
I clear my throat, take a deep breath, nod. “My boyfriend.”
She waits for me to continue.
I pull out the square, embroidered pillow on the chair behind me. “He’s in the hospital.”
“What happened?”
I squeeze the pillow tighter.
Sherry smiles so
