DUNCAN POVThe atmosphere was very odd, way too quiet and unsettling. The lights were slightly muted, with the bright light of the sun seeping through the open curtains of the office. I had all reasons to be nervous, fidgety, and totally out of place, but what I was feeling was actually the latter. I was serene, comfortable, and reclined in the plush office lounge seat, staring back at the little lady dressed in a black dress skirt and a white blouse, black big rims of her glasses placed gently and gracefully on the ridge of her nose while she noted something down to a notepad in her hands.For a very good day such as Sunday, I would rather be anywhere in the world, than here.“So…” The therapist, who was way too young to be, cleared her throat, then stared straight at me before shifting her gaze to the medusa beside me.“For how long have you been with Dr. Johnsons?” She inquired, referring back to our old therapist who referred us to her when we moved from Houston, about a month ago.
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