Vina POV
I sat in the waiting room, chewing on my nail as my knee bounced.
I felt nervous as hell.
What if the therapist tells me I’m a piece of s**t?
My chest felt tight.
I’d never seen a therapist before.
Instead of thinking about why I was here, I focused on the stupid s**t around me.
Fake plants. Light brown walls. Some ugly pink border.
Anything except the fact I wanted to get the hell out of here.
What was I even supposed to say?
Hi. I ignored one daughter while making my other daughter my best friend.
Shit.
I couldn’t do this.
I started to stand.
“Vina?”
Fuck.
I turned toward a woman close to my age, though she had more gray hair.
Then again, I dyed mine.
She wore an outfit I wouldn’t be caught dead in. Khaki pants, a white button-up shirt, and a sweater tied aroun
