Dr. Strong said as I took a seat in her office that Friday afternoon. “You’re doing the right thing, Sophie.” Of course I was. At three-hundred bucks an hour, she was delighted to have another client to fill her schedule. Those pretty diamond earrings dangling from her ears weren’t cheap, and someone had to pay for those red-bottomed shoes. As much as certain things about her annoyed me, I promised Dr. Bledsoe I’d give therapy a try, and since Mia was my only sounding board, sometimes it was nice to bounce things off other people for a change. I wasn’t paying for a friend, and I certainly didn’t have to like her. “I’m feeling good about things,” I started. “For the first time in years, I can honestly say I love my life.” My fingers tugged at my gold chain, pressing the charms into the flesh of my neck. I was beginning to feel the way I’d felt when I still had my sisters around. Alive. Hopeful.
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