Chapter 94

The punch scared me. Mom was right, I did need to see someone.

Kathy Grimes was one of the best in her field, according to what information I could gather. It was two weeks before she could see me.

My age, roughly. Pretty, ultimately professional, with a warm manner and disarming style. Judging by the pictures on the wall, she was happily married with two preteen children.

"Nice looking kids," I said, looking at the pictures. She smiled.

"Thanks. Do you have any?"

"No," I sighed, "don't think it'll ever happen for me."

"Oh, in this business, I've learned to never say never. You're fairly young, there's plenty of time. Sit. Chair of table?"

Her office looked like a living room. In one corner was a table, plain wood, like you'd see in millions of kitchens in the country. The seats all had cushions for comfort.

"Table."

"Good choice," she smiled, "I find it's more relaxing in the long run."

She put a pitcher of water