It was Darcy's idea, she had to drag Icy out of the house kicking and screaming, in a figurative sense that is. Alright, maybe the screaming part was more literal. But none the less Icy found herself sitting in a small room holding her baby.
The room had an aura of calmness to it, which put Icy on edge. Nothing was ever this serene. In the corner sat a potted plant of sorts, next to it a small fireplace. What kind of shrink had an office with a fireplace? Before her rested an oak-wood desk. And behind the desk sat an elderly woman.
"She's a beautiful baby you know?" The shrink remarked.
Icy...
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