Chapter 113

Mandy

“How did your conversation with Dalton go?”

I hold my phone call with him close to my chest, not wanting to share it with anyone, even Dr. Crawford, even though she’s the one who’s brought me far enough to be able to recognize most of my bad habits.

“It was good,” I allow.

“Just good?”

Taking a deep breath, I trudge ahead, trying to explain with a limited vocabulary how hearing his voice made me feel. “It was as if a cloudy, rainy day was pushed aside and the sun shined, birds sang, and a rainbow appeared. I had no idea how much I missed him.”

“You didn’t want to tell me all of that.” She makes a note on her pad of paper. “Thank you for pushing past it.”