Chapter 8
Darcie was nervous all morning as she waited for her lunch hour. All the other aids seemed oblivious to her plight, which was fine with her. She didn’t want to explain her situation. By the time lunch came around, she all but ran out of the building. She told herself it was just so she could get it over with, but it was because she was nervous and anxious. She wanted to know what the doctor would suggest.
Darcie was guided into Dr. Grace’s office and opted to sit in the chair versus the couch. She never understood why shrinks had those. They were usually uncomfortable and who wanted to have a conversation with someone while lying down and staring at the ceiling? Nope, she preferred to look the doctor in the eye.
“Darcie, so nice to meet you,” Dr. Grace greeted her warmly.
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