"I'm really sick,"
Mia Grant said.
Dr. Quinlan looked at her. "Let's not jump to any conclusions."
"Don't think of this as a therapy session. There's no pressure."
"This is just a simple, heart-to-heart chat. You can think of me as a close friend."
"You don't have to force yourself to talk about anything you don't want to."
"Why not think of it like one of those late-night talks girls have in their dorm room after lights out? Something completely ordinary."
"See?" Dr. Quinlan raised his hands in a mock surrender. "I haven't prepared a thing."
It was true. He didn't seem to be planning on taking notes.
He was just here to chat with her.
Mia Grant watched him, her detached eyes seeming to see through everything.
Dr. Quinlan met her gaze openly, calling her out. "You're very guarded around me. That's normal."
"In fact, it's not just me. You're the same way with the two people outside."
