THE REST OF THE ANDERSONS

The car ride to Dr. Victoria's office, the therapist Mirabel had mentioned earlier was indeed a quiet one, and it matched the turmoil of emotions swirling within me. Sitting in the back seat with Liam beside me, I couldn't help but feel a mix of anxiety and anticipation.

My fingers fidgeted nervously with the hem of my skirt, and I tried to steady my breathing. This was my first therapy session, and the weight of the past few days hung heavily on my shoulders. I had so much to unpack, so many emotions to confront, and I hoped that Dr. Victoria could help me make sense of it all.

The car pulled up in front of a discreet yet elegant building, and Liam opened the door for me. As I stepped out, I couldn't help but notice the serenity of the surroundings – lush greenery, a peaceful courtyard, and the soothing sound of a fountain nearby. It was a stark contrast to the chaos that had entered my life recently.