The next morning, I line up like in the movies for my pill. I swallow it and show inside my mouth proving I’m not pocketing it. I don’t feel any change after taking it, but I guess it needs time to work. I waited in bed to be called down to Dr. Carson’s office. As before, the nurse brought me to his office and he invited me to take a seat.

“Shall we carry on from Yesterday?” Dr. Carson inquires.

“Sure,” I feel weirdly comfortable talking to him. “What do you want me to talk about?”

“Michael Anderson.”

“He was my first boyfriend, fiancé, and later, my boss at the...