made my throat tighten. “Okay,” I said. “I’ll go.”
Dr. Raymond Woo’s office smelled like coffee and carpet cleaner. He was calm, mid-forties, with a voice that felt like a steady railing. When I told him what happened, he didn’t flinch. He didn’t say, “But they’re your family.” He didn’t tell me to forgive.
He listened.
When I finished, he was quiet for continue reading …
