Juliet is at her desk. This is the time of day she hates the most, the half hour after lunch when they are expected to open their journals and write.
She looks at the line she’s just written.
My mother doesn’t really miss me and I don’t blame her.
Her knees jiggle under the table.
There you go, Ellen. Plenty of meat there for you to chew on. But it’s true. No smokescreen today for Juliet, no hiding behind her words and leaving it up to the therapist to snip away at them.
The thing is, Ellen’s on to her. Juliet thought it would take so much longer, but she’s underestimated her. She’s no fool; she isn’t taken in by Juliet’s subterfuges.
So, maybe that’s why Juliet has written that first line.
Or maybe it’s Noah and his family, his mom and sister who’ve come to see him every Sunday without fail. You can tell just by looking at them that they miss Noah.