Page 175 of Party Girl: How a Naughty Omega Finds Love
Cordelia laughs. “I understand that feeling. The ocean always makes me feel amazing.”
“Yeah.” I set the laptop down facing me again.
“So, anything new to talk about?”
With a little encouragement from Avi, I contacted Cordelia. We’ve been seeing each other for six months, and unlike Linda, the Omega Council snitch, Cordelia actually gives a crap and she recognizes when I’m struggling or withholding things.
“I went to the orphanage.”
“Oh, how’d that go?” She raises her eyebrows and sips on her coffee. Her mug says Therapy or Die.
“Good. Well, a little different than I thought, but still good. The lady asked me if I wanted to volunteer or see the kids, and I said no.” I frown. “I’m not sure why the thought of being around them bothered me so much, but I really didn’t want to do either of those things.”
She hums. “I think that’s okay, though. You weren’t comfortable and you were honest about it. It would have been worse to lie, don’t you think.”
I sigh and stare at the waves crashing onto the shore. “I guess. I’m just worried about how I’d treat them, you know?”
“Because of your mom?”
“Yeah.” I glance at the screen.
Cordelia sets her coffee mug down. “Have you heard anything from her since you sold Granny’s house?”
I had considered keeping the home, but in the end, it didn’t make sense. With the letter Granny left me, it felt like the house was baggage. The last thread tying me to my past. I was ready to move on, and since the deed was in my name, I sold it and we saved the money. Eventually we’ll buy a new house, but there’s no reason to rush into moving. We’re taking our time to find the perfect pack home.
“I haven’t heard from her,” I finally tell Cordelia.
“And how does that feel?”
I shrug. “Honestly, it’s fine. I’d rather not see or talk to her ever again. Not even if she wanted to apologize.”
“That’s your boundary to keep. You know I don’t push reconciliation. Sometimes it makes more sense to withdraw from those who hurt us.”
“I know.” I lean back in the chair. “So, anyway, I’m not ready to take on meeting a big group of kids, but maybe someday.”
“Or maybe never, that’s okay too.”
I smile at her. “Have I told you how much I like talking to you? You’re so different from Linda.”
Cordelia snorts. “I hate to say bad things about any therapist, but Linda is hardly what I’d call a therapist.”
We share a laugh.
“Anything else you want to talk about? This is your time, but I don’t want to keep you if you’re busy. It’s okay to miss a session.”
“Are you trying to get rid of me?” I tease.
She rolls her eyes. “No, but you know what I mean. I’m really proud of you, Whitney. Enjoy your vacation, okay?”
“Fine, but we’re meeting when I come back.”
Grinning, she leans toward the camera. “As if I’d let you stop coming entirely. I said take a session off. See you when you get back.”
I twinkle my fingers and exit the video conference.
The sliding door to the suite opens, and Avi takes the seat next to me. “Breakfast is ready. How was your call.”
“Good. Cordelia practically hung up on me.”
