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She arrived at work only an hour later than she otherwise would’ve done. Of course, she hadn’t told work the reason why; the official excuse was that she had to do the school run because Mark had meetings. She wasn’t sure how she was supposed to feel after a therapy session, but each time so far she’d come out feeling frustrated. Frustrated not with Rachel or the concept of therapy, but with her inability to have opened up, communicated and made the most of it.
She sat down in her office and ruminated on the fact this was costing her eighty quid a pop and wondered if it was worth it. Wine made her feel much better than therapy, and she could get a lot of wine for eighty quid. But she needed to do something. At least this way, it’d keep Mark happy that progress was being made.
A knock
