Chapter 11

Two days later, Nolan and I sat in Dr. Evans's office for the single counseling session I had agreed to attend. I chose the far right end of the gray sofa. Nolan sat at the opposite end. We left the cushion between us empty and faced Dr. Evans instead of each other. The therapist's name was Dr. Evans. She was an older woman with kind eyes. She held a small notebook in her lap. "Nolan," Dr. Evans started gently. "You requested this session. What do you hope to achieve today?" Nolan leaned...