Chapter Ninety-Eight

Camilla stood outside the therapist's office, her hand reaching out to give a soft knock on the glass door.

The door itself was sleek and modern, its surface pristine and transparent, allowing a glimpse into the space beyond.

Moments later, the door swung open, revealing a woman with a warm and welcoming smile.

Dr. Blackwell, the therapist, was an elderly woman who had spent thirty years working in the field and held a Ph.D. She stood in front of Camilla, exuding a sense of calmness and empathy.

Her soft, hazel eyes held a gentle spark, while her shoulder-length chestnut hair framed her face with effortless elegance.

"Camilla... Good morning," She greeted, her voice carrying a calming tone.

Camilla's own smile widened, mirroring the genuine warmth she saw in the therapist's expression.

"Good morning, Dr. Blackwell," she replied, her voice tinged with a mix of nervousness and hope.

"Please come in." The older woman gestured, her hand gracefully guiding Camilla towards the therapeutic s