Chapter 12: Therapy
Royce
“You look tired, Royce,” Dr. Lou pointed out after we’d taken our seats. “What’s going on? How have these past two weeks been?”
Dr. Lou Road had been my therapist for a substantial amount of time. I liked to feel as though she knew me, how to read me, and how to talk to me. But running on only a few hours of sleep had me feeling like a wreck. I guess Lou saw that, too.
“The app, as usual, that’s been going on. Plus, I’m sure you know and will remind me that it’s been four years since Kit’s death.” I knew she was the next person in the line to bring up my sister, but I didn’t have the patience for it.
“I did think about you that day,” she admitted. “I was tempted to message you to check in. But I knew you’d see Nico before me. I know he gets through to you better than I can.” She leaned back in her large, black, soft chair. I squirmed on the black sofa, uncomfortable but needing this appointment.