Tmwpov - Sirena Milano - First — Meeting With A P...

"They stop sleeping," she continued, cutting me off like I was a child. "They hear music at 3 AM. Music that isn't there. And they start writing letters. Long, beautiful letters… to me."

The guard slid the heavy bolt on the observation room door. "You've got twenty minutes. Don't make her angry." TmwPOV - Sirena Milano - First meeting with a p...

She finally lifted her gaze. Her eyes were the color of a storm at sea—gray-green, with something churning underneath. A small smile tugged at her lips, but it didn't reach those eyes. "They stop sleeping," she continued, cutting me off

Sirena never looked away from me.

I sat across from her, my heart drumming against my ribs. "I'm here to evaluate your mental state for the board." And they start writing letters

"Relax," she said. "We have nineteen minutes left. Let me tell you how I met the last psychologist."