#Chapter 303: Another Session

Heading to my therapist's office, a familiar sense of apprehension settled over me. The gun incident still loomed heavy in my mind, and as much as that had corrupted my sense of stability, I wasn’t sure how wise it was to bring that to therapy so soon. The chilly winter air stung my cheeks as I approached the building, and I couldn't shake the feeling of unease that clung to me like a second skin. Dr. Morrison's office, with its soft lighting and comforting ambiance, was a refuge of sorts. As I entered, she greeted me with a warm smile that reached her kind eyes. "Evie, it's good to see you again," she said. Returning the smile, I mumbled a polite greeting. Despite the familiarity of the surroundings, an invisible barrier stood between us today. Dr. Morrison seemed genuinely pleased to have me back, but her perceptive eyes caught the subtle signs of my jumbled thoughts. "You seem a bit shaken up today. Is everything okay?" Dr. Morrison inquired, raising an eyebrow. I shrugged, atte