Chapter 42. A New Therapist

KEIRA’s POV

Clint was serious. It had been a week since I had seen him and I was slowly starting to regret my actions. An email came in the day after I last saw him about my appointment schedule with my new therapist. I replied to the email requesting they return Clint as my therapist.

I was yet to receive any feedback. It did not take a genius to figure out I had been completely ignored. Regardless of my realisation, I still hoped that he would reply to my email, and contact me the moment he sees it. I guess that was wishful thinking on my part.

Clint's words lingered in my mind. They plagued my very being and kept eating at my conscience. The part where he blurted out he had problems of his own. Yes, every breathing being had one problem or the other but his... his I was more interested in. I wanted to know what worries plagued the one person I had bared my soul to. Clint knew almost everything about me while I never bothered for once to give a shit about him.