6
Once a month, Sophie had a spa day with her friends. Mark used the guaranteed private time to do something he both dreaded…and needed.
He called the therapist who’d been in his life since the age of seven.
“How have things been going?”
Larry Geller was about eighty now, and would probably retire soon. But he’d been a rock in Mark’s life since the kidnapping, the only solid person in a sea of chaos. He still lived in Santa Rosa, so Mark held phone sessions with him.
“Going good.”
“Glad to hear it. Marina’s in good shape?”
“Couldn’t be better.”
A long pause came next.
“And Sophie?”
“I’m going to Connecticut to meet her parents.” It still didn’t feel real, but Sophie was actually looking for tickets, so maybe it was.
“That sounds like a big step.”
“It is. Maybe.”
Another long p
