Chapter 107. Therapy

Aaron POV

The doctor discharged us a couple of days later and suggested we go to therapy—to help us cope with losing the baby.

He had no idea how much Joan needed it.

She’d seen someone die right in front of her, been caught in a shooting spree, lost our child, and seen me covered in blood. Even though she wasn’t saying much, I knew it had left scars on her.

I promised myself I’d go with her to every session.

That’s why I was opening the car door for her, helping her in before getting into the driver’s seat and pulling out of our compound. It was our first meeting with the therapist.

She stayed quiet, staring out of the window like she wasn’t really seeing anything. It had been happening a lot.

A tight feeling grew in my chest, and my grip on the steering wheel hardened.

“Hey. Are you good?” I asked.

She turned to me, her eyes dull, missing the usual spark.

She pressed her lips together and nodded.

“Yeah, I’m f