“Well, Annabelle can, so let’s just continue,” Amanda said as I shifted my mini backpack onto my shoulder and went in search of the restrooms.
I remained in the bathroom for as long as I felt I could get away with it. I had gone into one of the family restrooms so that I could have a little more privacy, but this one came with a full-length mirror on one of the walls. I wanted to pace back and forth so I could concentrate and think, but every time I turned around to face that wall, I had to see myself and this ugly dress in the mirror once again.
Amanda didn’t ask me any more questions during the remainder of the therapy session once I had returned to the circle.