109. My Therapist, My Savior I

꧁꧂My Therapist, My Savior꧁꧂

James's POV

I watch her from across the room as she settles into the familiar leather chair, her hands trembling slightly as she places her purse on the floor beside her feet.

She doesn't meet my eyes, and she never does when she comes here like this.

Her name is Flor...

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