The word is forward. The word limit is 75.
Shelley knew the price of moving forward in her field of counseling psychology. She knew her dark past would stare her in the face one of these days from the other chair in her office.
It happened sooner than expected. She had seen a dark-haired girl with a shy smile for a few sessions.
“Who was it?” Shelley had asked.
“It was the house mother.”
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