"Zara!" Amy rushed in, staring curiously into my eyes as she sat beside me.
"Amy baby." I hugged her firmly, as I've been longing to feel her presence for a while. "I met him again!" I reported.
Amy released my arms swiftly and gently lifted my chin up, looking at me in disbelief, trying to digest what she just heard and the next words she uttered were, "Fuck. You're screwed!"
I couldn't help but feel sorry for myself. I'm not ready to have my license revoked.
"All my hard work to be the best in this psychotherapy world is on the verge of falling apart. Oh my!" I lamented in dismay.
I turned to Amy who seemed to have travelled in thought and called her attention. "Have you been listening to me at all?"
