Higdon shrugged as she sat down in her chair. When Avery took a seat on the adjacent couch, the feeling of becoming a living cliché only intensified.
Well, Ive heard of you a few times just through news stories, Higdon said. And your name has come up when new patients have come in, people youve apparently crossed paths with in your line of work. So I had an open hour today and figured it would be nice to meet you.
Realizing that it was unprecedented to get an appointment with a respected therapist just two days after making a call, Avery knew not to take the appointment for granted. And, never having been one to beat around the bush, she had no problem getting to the point.
I wanted to meet with a therapist because, quite honestly, my head is just a mess right now. One part is telling me that healing is going to come from time off. Another part is telling me that healing is going to come from productivity and familiarity which leads me back to work.
I know just the briefest of details about the healing youre looking for, Higdon said. Could you elaborate?
Avery spent ten minutes doing just that. She started with how the last case had unfolded and then ended in the death of her ex-husband and her would-be fiancé. She breezed over the part about moving away from the city and the recent fallout with Rose, both at her apartment and their run-in at Jacks grave.
Dr. Higdon started asking questions right away, having taken down handwritten notes the entire time Avery had been talking. The move to the cabin by Walden Pondwhat made you want to do that?
I didnt want to be around people. Its more isolated. Very quiet.
Do you feel that you heal better both emotionally and physically when youre on your own? Higdon asked.
I dont know. I justI didnt want to be in a place where people had the ability to come by and check on me a hundred times a day.
Have you always had problems with people concerned for your well-being?
Avery shrugged. Not really. Its a vulnerability thing, I suppose. In my line of work, vulnerability leads to weakness.
I doubt thats true. In terms of perception, probably but not in the actual state of things. She paused for a moment here and then sat forward. I wont try to dance around topics and subtly lead you to the key points, she said. Im sure youd see it for what it was. Besides, the fact that you can admit to a fear of vulnerability tells me a great deal. So I think we can get directly to the point here.
Id prefer it that way, Avery said.
The time you spent alone in the cabindo you believe its helped or hindered your healing?
I think its a stretch to say it helped, but it made it easier. I knew I wasnt going to have to deal with the onslaught of well-wishers to constantly check in on me.
Did you try reaching out to anyone during that time?
Just my daughter, Avery said.
But she rejected all of your attempts to reconnect?
Thats right. Im pretty sure she blames me for her father dying.
If were being honest, thats probably true, Higdon said. And shell come around to the truth on her own time. People grieve differently. Rather than escaping it all in a cabin in the woods, your daughter has chosen to assign blame to an easy source. Now let me ask you thiswhy did you resign from your job at all?
Because I felt like Id lost everything, Avery said. She didnt even have to think about it. I felt like Id lost everything and failed at my job. I couldnt stay because it was a reminder of how I wasnt good enough.
Do you still feel that you arent good enough?
Wellno. At the risk of sounding conceited, Im very good at my job.
And youve missed it over the course of these last three months or so, right?
I have, Avery admitted.
Do you feel that your desire to return there is just to fall back into what your life was once like or do you think there might be some actual progress to be found there?
Thats just it. I dont know. But Im getting to the point where I think I have to find out. I think I have to go back.
Dr. Higdon nodded and scribbled something down. Do you think your daughter will react negatively if you went back?
Undoubtedly.
Okay, so lets say she wasnt in the equation; lets say Rose couldnt care less if you went back or not. Would you have any hesitation?
The realization hit her like a brick to the head. Probably not.
I think you have your answer right there, Higdon said. I think at this point in the grieving process, you and your daughter cant let one another dictate the way the other grieves. Rose needs to blame someone right now. Thats how shes dealingand your strained relationship makes it easy. As for youI want to say returning to work might just be the thing to help push you along.
You want to? Avery asked, confused.
Yes, I think it makes the most sense, given your history and track record. However, during all of this time alone, isolated away from everyone, have you ever had suicidal thoughts?
No, Avery lied. It came easily and without much regret. Ive been low, sure. But never quite that low.
Yes, she had omitted her near-suicide. She had also not mentioned her package from Howard Randal as she had recounted the last several months. She didnt know why. For now, it simply felt too private.
That being the case, Higdon said, I dont see the harm in returning to work. I do think you should be partnered with someone, though. And I know that could be touchy given who your last partner was. Stillyou cant be released into high-stress situations on your own so soon. Id even recommend you do some light work first. Maybe even desk work.
Ill just be honestthats not going to happen.
Higdon smiled thinly. So do you think thats what youll do? Will you see if returning to work helps to get you over this self-doubt and blame?
Soon, Avery said, thinking of the call from Connelly two days ago. Yeah, I think I just might.
Well, I wish you the best of luck, Higdon said, reaching over to shake her hand. In the meantime, feel free to call me if you need to hash anything out.
Avery shook Higdons hand and left the office. She hated to admit it, but she felt better than she had in weeks ever since she had finally found a routine for exercise and sharpening her mind. She thought she might be able to think a little more clearly and not because Higdon had uncovered some profound hidden truth. She had simply needed someone to point out to her that although Rose might be the only person left in her life outside of work, that did not mean that her fear of how Rose viewed her should dictate what she did with the rest of her life.
She drove toward the nearest exit to head back to the cabin. She saw the high-rise buildings of Boston off to her left. The precinct was about a twenty-minute drive away. She could head that way, pay everyone a visit, and be given a warm welcome. She could just pull the Band-Aid off and do it.
But a warm welcome was not what she deserved. In fact, she wasnt sure what she deserved.
And maybe that was where the last remaining bit of hesitation came from.
***The nightmare she had that night was not a new one but it did present a twist.
In it, she was sitting in a visitation room in a correctional facility. It was not the one she had sometimes visited Howard Randall in, but something much larger and almost Greek-looking. Rose and Jack sat across the table, a chessboard between them. All of the pieces remained on the board, but the kings had fallen over.