Chapter 50

I've never been to a shrink's office, so I have no expectations other than bare white walls. Sterile, cold, clean.

"Are you going to tell him how you're feeling and shit?" Gabe teases as we walk up to the door.

Giggling, I open the door and hold it for him. "I don't think it will be like that. He'll probably get me to do some exercises, maybe ask some heavy hitting questions. Thank you for coming with me, by the way."

He waves a hand dismissively as we walk in. "Pish posh, of course I would come with you, darl. Are you nervous?"

Once I step inside, I don't know whether I've stepped into a doctor's office or someone's house. The waiting room is like a lounge room, neatly decorated with subtle finesse. A picture of a beach is sprawled on each wall, each depicting beautiful scenery: rolling waves on idyllic sand, the golden sun, blue skies. Across from me is a large black coffee table with a neat stack of magazines. A small children's toy section is on the far right corner; a televisi