Noah sat in Dr. Voss's waiting room, knee bouncing. The chair was leather. Expensive. Probably meant to be calming. It wasn't working.
A clock ticked on the wall. Each second loud in the quiet space. He checked his phone. No messages. He'd texted Leighton twice yesterday. Both from a new number. Both delivered. Both ignored.
She'd blocked him again.
Good. That's what he deserved.
The door opened. Dr. Voss stood there. Mid-fifties. Glasses. Kind eyes that saw too much.
"Noah. Come in."
The office smelled like coffee and old books. A couch sat against one wall. Two chairs facing each other. Window overlooking the city. Dr. Voss gestured to the couch.
Noah sat. Felt like a kid in the principal's office.
"How was your week?" Dr. Voss settled into his chair. Notepad in lap. Pen ready.
