Meeting Sage
Every week I meet with Dr. Margo on Monday at 9:30 and I’m always early. Ms. Megan is usually the only one here, but today a boy sits in my spot on the couch.
His dark blue eyes shimmer with tears. He moves to the other side of the couch. I sit down. He’s not supposed to be here. My routine is off now.
He’s anxious. I move closer to him. He turns and glares in warning. I put my hand on his knee. “It’s okay.”
His glare softens.
“I’m Sage.” He puts his hand on mine.
“I’m Nox.”
The Mind of Nox 