“I’ll start the timer now. When it sounds, the session is over.”
Mel nodded.
“So, Mr. Saunders, why don’t you start by telling me why you’re here.” the therapist adjusted her posture and clicked the end of her pen. Her eyes focusing on the uneasiness of the man’s face.
He paused. Thoughts lingered for a moment before his mouth finally opened.
“My daughter, Rosie—“ he started,
“You were the l...
