Chapter 13
The waiting room for the psychiatrist looked more like a family living room than a doctor’s office. They were inside a house with a yard instead of a brick office building like most doctor’s offices. Two toddlers were even sitting on a thick brown rug over a shiny hardwood floor playing with a set of plastic blocks. Their clinking and loud giggling made Anne’s shoulders more tense with every passing second.
The furnace was on too high, and the huge brass vent on the wall gave off a hot, dusty smell every time the floor rumbled and warm air rushed out. Anne’s father had quickly shed his coat, jacket, and tie before he settled down to fill out a stack of paperwork.
Anne wondered how he could write so much about her, check off so many little boxes, without asking her any questio
