Chapter 145 Desire Disorder
- The next day, I dragged myself—very reluctantly, might I add—to the address Katie gave me.
- A therapy center. A place with white walls, fake smiles, and people who pretend they aren’t secretly judging you while scribbling on a clipboard.
- I stood outside the glass doors for a full minute, contemplating whether to walk in or fake a seizure and crawl back into my vodka.