-ASHER-
"Aren’t you going to say anything today? That’s four sessions in a row."
Dr. Greene’s voice was soft, but there was a hint of scolding tucked underneath. Like a preschool teacher trying to coax a stubborn toddler into sharing crayons.
I hated being treated like a toddler.
"I’m swimming again," I said, fingers brushing the leather armrest of the club chair. It was the first real thing I’d told her in weeks. Maybe months.
She peered over her gold-rimmed glasses, eyes narrowed. "Swimming? Really?" Her pen scratched something into her notebook. "Why’d you go back to the pool after all this time, Asher?"
I wished she’d stop calling me that. I’d tried to set boundaries, made it clear I didn’t want her to use my first name. But she kept doing it anyway.
It’s unprofessional. And ann
