Chapter 43. A Girlfriend

Keira’s POV

Days had gone by, and I had not gotten a glimpse of Clint ever since he referred me to the other therapist. I had assumed that he would give me a call, asking to see me or apologize for the way he had spoken to me and beg to be my therapist once again.

But that was wistful thinking on my part. The more the days went by, the more I wanted to see him. Being separated from him for days felt like years, and I could not take it any longer.

Occasionally, I would glance at his office door on my way to Dr. Kenswood’s office, hoping that maybe he would pop up and I would finally see him again. But that never happened. His door was always closed, and it felt like he was intentionally avoiding me. The thought of it broke my heart into a million pieces.

Did Clint hate me that much, to the extent that he was avoidin