Grace
I saw the calendar in Dr. Branson’s office. I stared at it for a very long time, trying to think of the right thing to say. How could I make him believe me? How could I make him understand? What did he want to hear?
How could I make him believe me? How could I make him understand? What did he want to hear?I don’t think I came any closer to figuring it out, but I did at least learn one thing. Today marks eight days that I have been here. A lot can happen in that amount of time.
There is an urgency growing inside me. Dr. Branson didn’t say it outright, but I get the sense he is the only one I can talk to. The only one it is safe to talk to. I meant to ask him about client-patient privilege, but then I spotted the calendar, and my mind wouldn’t put the words together. All I could thi
