remedy • e. dolan
the little boy stands in front of me. he looks just like his father.
the same dark eyes, curly hair, and sun kissed skin.
his name tag reads Carter.
"my dad says he's happy to see you again," he spoke. my heart jumps to my throat. "he said you used to be friends. he says its been too long."
I look over toward the door way, and there he stands.
he looks as beautiful as ever.
[sequel to therapist]