"Hello," I smiled at Anna as she walked in. The door closed softly behind her, and the familiar scent of her office wrapped around me—lavender and vanilla, soft and calming. The chair I sat in was comfortable, worn in all the right places.
"Hi, Holland," she smiled back as she took a seat in front of me. She crossed her legs and set her notebook on her lap, her pen ready. "How was your day?"
"Great," I replied. The word came out automatically, a reflex. "Yours?" I asked her.
"Same," she replied with a smile. Her eyes were kind, patient. "Wanna tell me about your day?"
