Heading to my therapist's office, a familiar sense of apprehension settled over me. The gun incident still loomed heavy in my mind, and as much as that had corrupted my sense of stability, I wasn’t sure how wise it was to bring that to therapy so soon. The chilly winter air stung my cheeks as I approached the building, and I couldn't shake the feeling of unease that clung to me like a second skin.
Dr. Morrison's office, with its soft lighting and comforting ambiance, was a refuge of sorts. As I entered, she greeted me with a warm smile that reached her kind eyes. "Evie, it's good to see you again," she said.
Returning the smile, I mumbled a polite greeting. Despite the familiarity of the surroundings, an invisible barrier stood between us today. Dr. Morrison seemed genuinely pleased to h
