TIFFIN 2

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It was really hard to write this chapter 😥😔 I hope you all enjoy the effort I put into it

Love you all ❤❤❤💗
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The following Monday was busy. 

Josephine had finally joined the office and was welcomed with as much excitement as the staff could offer.

Brendan was styled pristinely as usual and he nearly jumped in the air when he noticed Jo walking through the building.

I was glad to find that she would be in the same sector as I was, though it wasn't likely I would see her face much.

I didn't mind. I was just glad we were taking the same career together. 

As the day went on, I had come into my office around lunch to find a mismatched knick knack.

It had a spongebob head, conjoined with a ballerina's skirt. It made me laugh. I felt special that this had happened to me of all people.

On lunch break, Josephine and I decided to go down to the deli to talk about the dinner. She was elated about it all and couldn't wait to break the news.

She scheduled it for seven sharp on Wednesday at her house. 

I knew Hero and I had a session of therapy an hour before, but we could make that work. In all honesty, I found facing a therapist with Hero more nerve wracking. 

What would we even talk about? Not Deidre I hoped, though wasn't that why I wanted us to go?

To get her out of our lives?

I didn't know how any of this would go.

I would just have to ride it out and see. 

When Wednesday finally did arrive, I hadn't put much thought into my appearance other than my hair and makeup. My mind was polluted with thoughts of what was to come. 

What if the therapist did begin to ask me questions about anything? What if I choked while answering? These were all the questions that ran through my mind when I was forced with any altercation. 

I thought the worst of everything.

As I finished curling my hair and placed a sequin in my bangs, Hero placed his hands on my shoulders tenderly. 

"I like when you dress like this. Shall we go then?" 

I swiveled around, grasping my purse. 

"Yes. Let's do it."

When we finally turned into a small lot  made it to the office, I read the large plaque. 

DR. P. ZENITH. 

It was a small white circular building that didn't seem at all occupied. It reminded me of the small family owned preschools that were run in small towns. 

I held my breath as we made our way up the sidewalk and to the front doors.

Inside, the reception was small and quaint. There was a friendly, plump woman behind a desk that immediately handed us each a stack of papers to sign. 

When we were finished, it wasn't long before we were summoned down a long hallway littered with paintings made by several children ranging in various ages.

Upon entering a small enclosed room, we were met by a woman that looked wise beyond her years. She had several necklaces clanging around her neck and an assortment of rings around her fingers. 

She adorned a baggy floral top and slacks that fit her obvious professional attitude and had a long mane of sleek brown hair. 

She slapped a stack of folders in her lap, smiling earnestly down at both Hero and me.