I think you need another name

As they walked towards the house, Ms. Thompson's hand still resting on Denise's shoulder, Denise felt a sense of comfort wash over her. The warm sun on her skin, the gentle rustle of the leaves in the garden, and the soft sound of Ms. Thompson's footsteps all combined to create a sense of peace.

"I think you need another name," said Ms. Thompson, her voice breaking the silence. Denise looked up at her, confusion etched on her face. "What do you mean?" she asked, her voice barely above a whisper.