Chapter 102

• Eloise POV
• The waiting room smelled faintly of lavender, a sterile, careful kind of comfort. A diffuser puffed slow clouds of scented mist into the air beside a tray of glossy magazines I didn’t bother to glance at. I was too busy tracing the edge of my thumbnail with the pad of my finger, over and over, until I realized I was doing it and forced myself to stop. Mike had suggested I go for therapy and honestly I needed it.
• “Eloise?”