I glided through the halls, my hand firmly encased in Fin’s, and smiled more than I had in a long time. Fin would just laugh at me, remarking that it didn’t take much lately for me to be happy and I realized that he was right. As long as I didn’t think about things on the family front, I was a well-adjusted, content teenager. I was giddy, too, because I wasn’t obligated to visit Roberta that week. I actually pondered the necessity of meeting with her anymore – obviously I was doing just fine. I participated in class, goofed off with my friends at lunch, and hung out with Fin at the convenience store when he finished practice. He’d taken to sitting around, waiting for me to close up shop so he could walk me to my car and kiss me goodnight. And I loved it. I loved that I felt normal again. Even the anger-demon disappeared, though it had been known to do that before. Still, I was confident I’d finally banished it and was well on my way to a full recovery.
