Chapter 120 Gardenia
- My therapist is a master of pretending nothing happened and that everything's fine. Kind of ironic.
- "Tell me about your week."
- Dr Ambrose sits in the hard-backed chair, his expression pleasant and his fingers tapping lightly at his armrests. His dark hair is neat; his beard is trimmed. He looks so freaking good, and completely unaffected by what happened in that parking lot a few days ago.