Angela's POV
I observed Renee dealing with her conflicting feelings over the matter.
Finally, she said, "Medication can help. But you still need to show up regularly for your therapy appointments."
I nodded.
"Let's conduct a hypnotherapy session today," Renee continued. I thought about it briefly, then nodded.
I followed her to the recliner, sat back, and closed my eyes.
In the darkness, the world was chaotic and disordered.
Then I was in a room with cold fluorescent lights — the pack's medical hall. I was seventeen again. My father's body lay on the table before me, covered in a white cloth. My mother stood nearby, crying in the way that had no sound left in it — just open mouth, shaking shoulders, air that couldn't find its way out.
I stood still. Silvia had gone completely quiet
