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“I can’t believe you!” she shrieked A saw a tear slip down her cheek and I waited for the pang of guilt or rea in the proverbial towel If I was going to get my life back on track, I had to start somewhere

“Believe me, sweetheart It’s over”

“Then so is your job,” she replied looking s This wasn’t the first time she’d threatened st co-workers was strictly against company policy, so our relationship remained somewhat of a secret I think her father had his suspicions, but if he did, he never mentioned it either

“Doesn’twith your father toive my notice and be out by the end of the month”

“You’re leaving?” Sienna sounded surprised Ironic, considering she’d probably seen it co

I ignored her question “I’ to head out for a while I think it will be best if you’re gone by the tiet back”

Without giving her ti room and it dawned onhere, and I was starting to realize I never had That was the beauty of hindsight It sht your wrongs I tucked my hands into my pockets and decided to walk to the bar a few blocks away I could use a drink…or six

WHEN I ARRIVED back at ht and I was glad to find it ehts on as I took out a bottle of whiskey and sat down on my sofa I poured so with ice, and took a large gulp, savoring the burn Soht it tooth and nail It was too soon I had too ain I needed to forgive o, and then I could work on forgiving De secret frorieve a loss I’d only just experienced, even if it happened eight o, and then I needed a plan Either way, Demi was part of that plan, and in the end, I couldn’t picture my life, present or future, without her

I walked into Dr Hansen’s office, and she sany desk She was a beautiful woman with honey blonde hair tied up in a bun at the base of her neck Behind the dark froht blue eyes that were as kind as they were stern She ht not have known it, but I owed her my life

“Demi, please, come in Make yourself comfortable”

It had been two , and twothat happened the last time I saw him, I’d decided it was time to take back control of my life, and my emotions That’s why I’d been back to Dr Hansen She was the psychologist I started seeing after the grief of losing the baby became too ain For the last three weeks I’d been seeing her twice a week Until noe’d almost skirted around that last day I had with Brody but I had a feeling I’d be facing it today

“So, how are you?” Dr Hansen asked She took a seat on the sofa oppositeon her notepad I often joked that she could write an entire book based on the notes she’dmy previous sessions, but she reassuredsorry for myself wouldn’t benefit me So I’d listened

“I’m okay,” I replied, “just tired”

“Have you been sleeping?” she asked, not looking up yet

“Notanyabout…”

“Brody,” she finished for me “And your baby”

I nodded my head and sed “Yes”

Dr Hansen looked up and aze She knew this was hard foruntil I’d laid it all out there I hated it, and it tore me up every time, but I knew that it was a necessary evil

“Have you thought about the possibility that your drea that you haven’t been able to truly let go of your trauive Brody for what he did?”