Page 50 of Tainted Tempos

“I’ll message you as soon as it’s sorted. If you need to talk, at any time?—”

“I’ll call you,” I promise.

We say our goodbyes, and I hang up. Again, I rest my forehead on the steering wheel, but I’m overwhelmed with awe this time. I did it; I told Allegra. I chuckle to myself, feeling slightly giddy. I’m proud of myself.

With that thought in mind, I drive to the brownstone.

By the time I park and enter the house, Allegra has sent a string of messages.

Allegra

Her name is Dr. Talia.

She works Saturday mornings.

You can see her tomorrow.

10:30 a.m.

I’m proud of you, Kenny.

You got this.

I love you, and I’m here for you.

Always.

Mckenna

Thank you, A. Love you. Mean it.

I blow out a deep breath.

That night, Mav and I eat dinner together. Then, we hang out in the den, watching reruns ofFriends. He observes me, his gaze intent and curious. It’s as if he knows something changed this afternoon. But I don’t tell him about my therapy appointment tomorrow. I’m not ready yet. I want to make sure Dr. Talia is a good fit. I want to get through a few sessions before I confide in him.

Instead of talking, I snuggle into Mav’s side and let the heat of his skin warm the chill in my veins. I doze off before midnight, and I’m vaguely aware of him carrying me up the stairs and putting me to bed.

He tucks me in, slides beside me, and holds me close. I feel his lips brush a kiss along the back of my neck and I sink into it.

I’m warm and safe, and I sleep soundly.

It’s progress.

The following day, I wake up early. I run to release my nervous energy, take a cold shower, and drink a large coffee. I get some reading done and dress in a button-down shirt and jeans.

Then, I head to therapy.

Dr. Talia’s office is serene, decorated in light oak, soft whites, and sage green. It’s inviting and reassuring, and I relax as I help myself to a glass of cucumber water.

“Mckenna?” A woman in her mid-fifties with short, brown tresses and a warm smile greets me in the waiting room.

“Dr. Talia?”

She nods and comes forward, her hand outstretched. “It’s nice to meet you.”

I shake her hand. “You too. Thanks for seeing me on such short notice.”

“It’s my pleasure.” She sounds like she means it. She points to her office door. “Shall we get started?”

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