Chapter 46
The office smelled the same—lavender scent as usual—as Katherine stood in front of the door longer than necessary, staring at the brass handle, wondering if it would be easier to turn around and go back. But she couldn't. She needed to be here and sort her head, emotions. It had been a jumbled mess. Her fingers curled slowly around the handle, pushing the door open.
When she entered the room, everything was as she remembered. The dark blue couch near the window, the grandfather ticking clock above the bookshelf filled with worn psychology books, the same indoor plant standing tall in the corner like it hadn't aged a day.
And Dr. Royhan was already seated in her usual chair, her notepad in hand, dressed in a soft pinkish blouse. Her face wore the usual calm, unreadable expression, yet her eyes crinkled at the corners with warmth and welcoming.
