𝓒𝓵𝓪𝓻𝓪

We had our next therapy group session with Rebekka. Her black hair was in pretty spirals, and her lipstick was the purple and red shade we saw her wearing at our first session. She wore a pair of tan flats, showcasing the tan line across the top of her feet.

Christopher - the gym guy - tried talking to Violet when we came in. Rebekka noticed her discomfort and steered Christopher away to talk about something else while we waited for the others to arrive.

Seth and his wife, Allie, arrived about five minutes later, and Elisha ended up being a no-show.

Rebekka began by asking us how our week was before diving into the session - Christopher taking the lead.

He was so open about his traumas, almost as if he'd already made peace with what happened. I couldn't help but feel a sting of jealousy.

It was just so hard to talk about right now. Still so fresh and raw.

After the session was over, Rebekka pulled me aside and talked in hushed tones. "How are your sessions with Mariah going?"

She seemed eager, hopeful that things were working out.

"Good so far... I started keeping a journal to write about things and... We talked about a lot of... stuff," I decided.

She nodded, hoping for more intel, but seeing that I was done just smiled and rubbed my shoulder gently. "That's great, Clara. This is a good step in the right direction."

She stared at me a moment, her hand still resting on my shoulder. "I'm proud of you, okay? You're doing great. Both you and Violet."

I swallowed, looking down at the small pendant necklace resting on her collarbone, and nodded awkwardly. "Thank you."

"I'll see you next week then, okay?" Rebekka started to back away, throwing an encouraging smile in my direction.

I smiled briefly back at her.