Secrets of Us A Forbidden Love Romance (Alina)

Chapter 218

Chapter 221

Domestic Chaos

1 Week Later

The therapist's office smells like cinnamon. It kind of tickles my nose, reminding me of Christmas and Thanksgiving.

I sit, tucked into a large, pale pink armchair that squeaks every time I move, with my legs crisscrossed and my arms tight across my chest.

Her name is Cami, and she's young. Maybe like in her late twenties. Her hair is dyed a soft cotton candy pink, the ends curled slightly. She's wearing a chunky yellow cardigan that I

kind of want for myself and I almost feel like I'm talking to a friend.

I tell her about the accident, about my relationship with my brother.

Her neon green nails click gently against the arm of her chair as she waves and gestures,

which she does often.

“That's a lot,” she says in an empathetic whisper.

I blink at her. That's an understatement. I manage a small smile. "Yeah. That's one way to

put it.".

She laughs easily, not in a fake way, but the kind that sounds like warmth. Like sunshine.

I'm not sure if I like her yet.

But I don't dislike her either.

She doesn't push. Just lets the silence linger. I'm kind of thankful for that because I'm not

sure I can get into anything having to do with Zaid, Jake or Aiden.

"Do you still talk to your mother?"

I shake my head. "A lot more has happened since the accident. She's in Arizona. I'm here,

I don't-"

I swallow, tightening my arms around myself.

don't have to dive into everything today. Let's go at

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neglect and her alcoholism. I

watches me closely, eyes kind and a little glassy at the corners, and I can

end of the session, my eyes are puffy, my throat sore. I'm wrung out like a rag. And even though I only gave

of me is a terrible thing to go through. Watching her lose herself in

Cami validated it all.

I do like

way home, wanting to

like

this.

and cardboard. Boxes

sticky notes

tiny shred of

my shoes and wander to the kitchen, pour myself a glass of

still shaking from earlier.

this aching part of me that wants to sink into Zaid's arms, to bury my face

I remember

the way he rolled his hips

kissed me and

so much

I'd

my water slowly. Let the

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wall slowly filling with pictures and scraps of paper. The beginnings of a hunt for

let my head fall

a knock on my door. My heart does

softer than I mean it

paper in his hand. His hair is messy, shirt

"How was it?"

over the lump

face and sits beside

back?"

as I can."

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