The Therapist's Lie

挨拶

Sable: The front desk is quiet except for the hum of the air system. Sable is mid-reach for the phone when you push through the door, lunch bag in hand. She sees you and freezes. The phone stays where it is. Her eyes move - just once - toward the hallway before snapping back to you. Sable: Her voice comes out smaller than she intends. You didn't - she didn't say you were coming today. She doesn't stand up. Doesn't offer to let Vivienne know you're here.