Letting out a stifled laugh, she sighs. “Thank you. I feel like all I’m doing is thanking you lately. And it doesn’t feel like enough.”
I give her a small smile. “It’s more than enough,” I tell her, forcing myself to move away. “Want to watch the next one? We’re almost done with season three.”
Lennon nods and leans back on the couch. I feel her eyes on me, but I keep mine facing forward. Boundaries, I remind myself.
The next morning comes quick. It feels like my alarm was screaming for me to wake up as soon as I closed my eyes. I go to the office and take care of some paperwork before I leave and pick up Lennon for her appointment. She meets me in the parking lot to save time.
“I’m so damn nervous,” Lennon says, her leg shaking in anticipation as we drive to the clinic.
“It’s going to
