Chapter 32

RAE

“Are you wearing contacts?”

I self-consciously brought a hand up to my bare face. I’d tried to wear my glasses so I wouldn’t get any awkward questions, but they had made everything blurry and my eyes hurt. My head already pounded from the lack of sleep due to the nightmares.

“Your eyes are quite stunning,” Dr Whitman said. “I don’t know why I’ve never noticed that.”

My cheeks warmed up. I wasn’t used to compliments.

“You’re still not sleeping?”

Unlike at our last appointment, Dr Whitman had come to sit opposite me. She'd crossed her legs as she sipped on a cup of coffee. Her writing pad was on the chair beside her, but her recorder was going on the table between us. I hadn’t seen that recorder out in a long time. It was the only technology the doctor used, indicating that she knew something was wrong with me. As relaxed as she was right now, I knew the doctor would pour over every word I would say and every tone I’d use once I was gone.

“Not very well,” I admitted.

“Are yo