Chapter One Hundred Two

Sienna

Two weeks later

“And how does that make you feel?” The lady sitting across from me asks, her pen in her left hand, tapping against the spiral notebook in front of her.

*I hate this stupid question. I want to snap back with ‘How the heck do you think it makes me feel’.*

Instead, I reply with, “It makes me feel like I’m losing him. Which is stupid because he’s always there. We live in the