Chapter 49 What A Broken Woman Keeps Silent

• ZOE
• There was a chair upholstered in white linen. A warm lamp hanging from the ceiling, as if the light could embrace. And that uncomfortable silence that inhabits places where someone is expected to break. The office smelled of lavender. Soft. Fake. Like everything else.
• I sat down without asking. I had no questions. Or maybe I did, but words had become thorns on my tongue. In front of me, Ethan’s therapist — Doctor Maurice Leclerc, according to the plaque on his light wooden desk — smiled at me as if he already knew what I wasn’t going to say.