“Sarah!” A familiar voice called from across the room. Opel pushed through the crowd, her curly hair bouncing. Behind her trailed Sierra and Gage, my old high school circle complete once again.

“It’s been forever!” Sierra exclaimed, pulling me into a hug.

“Six months is hardly forever,” I laughed.

“In artist time, it’s an eternity,” she countered.

Opel stood back, observing us with the analytical gaze she’d developed since becoming a therapist. “How’s the counseling center treating you, Sarah?”

“Busy as always,” I replied. “You know how it is. Everyone needs someone to talk to.”