Chapter 8
“Do you mind if I take notes?” he asked.
“I’d be surprised if you didn’t,” I replied light-heartedly.
A smile flickered on Dr. Clarkson’s lips.
“Tell me why you’ve come to see me today.”
“I’m desperate,” I said. I immediately felt guilty for the way it sounded. “Not desperate as in I’d have to be desperate to come to you. I mean…I didn’t mean that to sound the way it did.”
I could feel the tears bubbling just below the surface. While the doctor was pencilling some notes, I took the opportunity to blink them away.
“Hey, don’t worry,” he said. “I’m very relaxed. Take your time and don’t worry about how things come out.”
I took a deep breath and began again.