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Dr. Vera Callahan
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I’m sitting on a bench just outside of the campus library, searching Google for Dr. Vera Callahan.
As I scroll further down the page, I come across a blog with the author’s initials as Vera. C. Support Group And Help Centre.
What are the chances of it being the same person? Very likely, I think, as I reach the bottom of the webpage where there’s a number and email address.
I press down on my screen and copy the number, before coming out of Chrome and heading into my keypad where I save the number to my contacts.
Calling her will be better than emailing because I’m not even sure how I’d word the email, to begin with.
I can’t just say:
Hi, I got some information about a patient of yours that you diagnosed a few years ago. His name is Hudson Saylor-Tyne. He is highly likely to suffer from some form of psychopathy. Could you explain that to me?
Yeah, that would not get me a reply. She would probably block me from ever reaching her emails again.
The info I have on Hudson is confidential. I shouldn’t know about it, have access to it, hell I don’t even know how Ryan managed to get his hands on it.
Taking a deep breath, I press the call button and hold my phone to my ear, my throat growing thick with anticipation.Am I ready for this?The question presents itself again. Hudson is not alright. He needs help. And I need to know if I can help him. The only way to go forward is if I find out who he truly is. But some part of me really doesn’t want to know at the same time.
I want it to be a fantasy. I want it to go back to the first night I saw him at that first rager of the year. He looked so hot, so confident, just like any other normal senior. I want it to be normal again. But that’s not going to happen.
There are too many loose ends. Too many secrets. Too many lies. Too many arguments that get us nowhere.
Who knows how long I until things finally erupt into total chaos?
The call is answered on the fourth ring. “Hello?”
It’s a woman’s voice on the other end of the line and it sounds sweet and kind.
“Hi, is this Dr. Vera Callahan?” My heart is throbbing in my throat.
“Yes, it is. May I ask who I am speaking to?”
“Parker,” I barely utter. “Parker Kelleher.”
“How may I help you, Parker?”
My boyfriend has psychological issues. Should I leave him? Is he crazy? Will he hurt me?
“I’m not sure if this is a conversation that I can have over the phone, but it’s regarding a patient you diagnosed a few years ago,” I explain.
Vera is silent for a moment and I think she’s going to hang up on me, but thankfully she doesn’t. “May I ask which patient this is?”
I take another deep breath as I run a hand through my hair and massage my temples. “Hudson Saylor-Tyne.”
“Hudson Saylor-Tyne…” she drifts off. I can hear shuffling in the background as if she’s rummaging through papers.
“Yes, I tried to treat him a while ago. Until he eventually stopped coming,” Vera says. “I might not be a lot of help to you, but tomorrow I’ll be free at home where I also hold a lot of my sessions. Do you want the address?”
“Yes,” I say almost too quickly. “Thank you.”
She gives me the address to her home in Talmadge Hill, New Canaan, before ending the call.
