The strangest refuge Anne found in her ordinary routines over the next four years was visiting Dr. Lewis. She couldn’t quite drop Normal Face, no more than she could anywhere else but with her grandmother or Evan. But her psychiatrist seemed immune to constant worry about Anne, at least during their appointments. Relief from the stress of someone else’s expectations turned their appointments into a weekly oasis.
The only apparent change by the time Anne was almost sixteen was Dr. Lewis didn’t tower quite so much over her. The bigger change was the request Anne had planned, one she’d never made before.
Unwilling to break the routine too quickly, the safe routine, Anne waited for Dr. Lewis to ask all the typical questions first. Her time was running out, but no need to rush things. The las
