"Jade Leckson?"
I looked up at the call of my name, releasing my mother's hand as I got to my feet. The receptionist smiled at me, gesturing for me to enter down the hallway. Miles had driven me home, and since I had promised my mother to tell her about every emotional episode, I told her about the car ride. She immediately took me to my therapist. My new one, that is, in Lethbridge.
I didn’t like to say I was depressed, but therapy was for so much more than depression. I needed to vent, I needed someone to listen, and by god I needed help. Yet at the back of my mind I felt like no doctor in the world could help me. I had come here before, the first day we moved to Lethbridge.
"Jade?" the woman repeated.
I went down the hallway to my therapist’s room. I waited a few minutes, and final
