Fear

Dean stood up as soon as the therapist stepped out.

"How is she doing?" He asked her.

"Mr...?" She asked, stretching her hands out for a handshake.

Dean accepted her hand and shook it.

"Mr Connor. You remember me from yesterday?"

"Of course I do." She said with a smile. Then she looked back to the room. "She is making progress. Thankfully her mind has not been tampered with too much."

Dean heaved a sigh of relief. He knew how long it took him to pick his self confidence off the floor.

And he was still not even mentally where he would like to be yet.

"Her therapy sessions will be for a shorter time frame than we have anticipated." The therapist said.

"That's good news." Dean said.

"Indeed." The therapist nodded with a smile and walked away.

Dean inhaled and steadied himself before he entered the private ward he had moved Alan
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