CHAPTER SEVEN
She made an appointment with her old therapist, Dr. Janice Lemmon, and just knowing that going would necessitate a visit back to her old stomping grounds set her at ease. The panic had subsided almost immediately after she scheduled the session.
When Kyle came home that night—early even—they ordered takeout and watched a cheesy but fun movie about alternate realities called The 13th Floor. Neither of them formally apologized but they seemed to have rediscovered their comfort zone. After the movie, they didn’t even go upstairs to have s*x. Instead, Kyle just climbed on top of her right there on the couch. It reminded Jessie of their newlywed days.
He’d even made her breakfast this morning before he headed out for work. It was awful—burnt toast, runny eggs, and undercooked t
