#Chapter 76 The Best Things in Life

Good to his word, Andrew stayed up and talked with me until I was ready to go back to sleep. It took at least another hour, but eventually, I was able to bid Andrew goodnight and fall into a dreamless sleep. Despite how little sleep I got, I felt more rested the next morning than I had after any other nightmare. A couple days later, my hand was fully healed—thank you, werewolf genetics—and I had an appointment with Dr. Sherman. I wasn’t particularly looking forward to the appointment, but I had promised Andrew that I would go once a week, and after the late-night nightmare call, there was no way that I could get out of it now. As before, I plopped down in the chair opposite Dr. Sherman’s. Dr. Sherman stared at me with her calm, unjudging eyes, and somehow, that unnerved me. It was as though she knew that she would be able to get every detail of my problems out of me eventually; she just needed to wait me out. I suppressed my shudder at the thou