The Price Of The Truth

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o the weight of it. As she walked towards her car, she couldn't shake the feeling that someone was watching her, but she brushed it off, blaming her o

avigated towards her therapist's office. Therapy had become a crucial part of her journey, a way to process the trauma she had buried fo

o the building. The receptionist gave her a polite nod, and she made her way to

eat," Dr. Reynolds said warmly, ges

as she looked at the woman who had he

began, "how has the

ir. "It's...hard. But I guess it helps. At le

is process is helping you open up to new possibilities? Perh

" she said firmly. "I don't want to engage in any of tha

nodding. "Alright, let's shift gears. How's w

help children stuck in difficult situations. I know firsthand what it's like to

admirable, Jessica. You've tu

ing at her lips. "It's the only wa

e Jessica checked the time. "I shou

emember, healing is a journey, not a de

her car, the unsettling feeling of being watched returned. She turned her

. Had she lingered a moment longer, she might have noticed Tyler standing