RYAN
It had been quite some time before I had visited Martha for our sessions. I had thought that since I felt better, our sessions being lessened was better. She had been hesitant, saying we still had a long way to go, but I felt healed. I was the patient. I knew better.
I purposefully got in late for the meeting hoping that it would shorten our session. I did not have anything to tell her.
The receptionist waived me in and I found Martha already seated, her expression not surprised. I was thirty minutes late for the appointment.
“ Ryan, hello?’ she greeted. It was unsettling how she would easily tell me and Kelly apart.
“ Hello, “ I replied, sitting at the farthest point on the coach. I hated her office. The white walls were not calming but reminded me of the walls of somewhere I
