~Reo’s~

“I’m booking the damn appointment,” I say.

Silence.

The kind that spreads too fast and stays too long. Blair blinks first, her pen stalling mid-air. One of the junior staff, Daniel or Darren or whatever his name is, coughs awkwardly. Jennie just stands by the study door with her arms folded and her face hard to read.

I clear my throat and shift behind the desk, pretending to look at something on the tablet. But my palms sweat. My spine prickles like I’m being watched under a microscope. Which I am. That’s what happens when the monster finally stutters.

“I’ll see a therapist,” I say again, this time softer....