#v: Maze of Memories | Neon Moon

[morgansmornings]

Then the Morning Comes

This is a closed starter for @writingsinashes.

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A new life in a new city. 

Not the most original idea she ever had. But between the crippling disappointment from her father’s shadow, her mother adopting another child, and getting her once secure apartment broken into and her dog ending up with a broken leg. Well the move seemed the easiest way to compartmentalize the trauma until she could work through it. 

Jenna seemed happy enough. With the lack of stairs and a fenced in backyard to run around in, her quality of life had improved. Jayden took a couple of months to move in and settle into her new home.  Before converting one of the bedrooms into an office where she could apply her practice. It took a hell of a lot to get her licensing to go through, but eventually, she started taking patients again. Life seemed to be on the rise and things turning around from the break in that had sent her fleeing from her home in New York. 

She had found a new vet to take her companion to. She established herself as a psychologist able to practice out of her home. Though she would admit that there was a lot to get used to. Namely the amount of space she had. Going from a small apartment to a full three bedroom two bathroom house. The similar hustle and bustle of a city is the same if less crowded. She found it oddly soothing and enjoyed the slower change of tempo. 

She had recently been employed by a law firm, to be their on-call psychologist. To help them determine a client's mental state, signing waivers and contracts that stated she would work exclusively for them. So that she was unable to be called as a witness should she ever have to be summoned in a court trial. 

Which is how she found herself wandering down the street. She had stopped to get a latte from a local coffee shop. Her need to caffeinate before meeting the team she was supposed to be assigned to. With the steaming paper cup in hand she turned only to run into the very tall solid form of a man she hadn’t noticed was closer than she thought. The collision caused the liquid inside splattering over the man, and her hands. A soft cry of pain and despair that she lost her morning drink. 

“Ow, fuck that was hot!” She hissed under her breath, the cup having fallen to the floor when she jerked back to get some space. Shaking her hands she took a deep breath to work through the flash sting of pain before she looked up. 

“Oh my God, I am so sorry. I didn’t realise that you were standing right behind me.”