I finally got Alessandra to agree to go to therapy. It took me nearly two years but I'm her best friend, I had to keep trying.

We walk into the posh office. I whistle under my breath and Alessandra tells me to behave. I'm sorry, but the place looks more like a suite at the Marriot than a shrink's office.

I lean my head on my friend's shoulder and I am out. I snooze as they speak. Perhaps it's rude. I don't care. Al and I were up till stupid o'clock downing tequila. 

There's a gentle humming sound coming from the walls. June's sun brushes against my skin.

When I open my eyes, I see a tear run down my friend's cheek followed by another and another. I want to toss my arms around her but I when I do I embrace nothing but air. 

Alessandra's lips tremble as she speaks to the therapist. "You don't see her, do you?"