KADE

“I don’t know how his sense of humor is still intact despite what he’s been through,” my mom said, and the lady broke into a grin. It was the most genuine expression I had seen on her face since we locked gazes, but her smile made me uneasy. It felt out of place.

“Maybe that’s a good thing. We all have different ways to cope with the things happening around us. Maybe this is his,” she replied, and I glanced at my mom.

“Oh, yes, I haven’t introduced you,” my mom said, turning to me. “Kade,” she pointed at the lady. “This is Nina Sherman. She’s the new therapist...