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It suddenly hit me like a two-ton brick. I got dressed and rushed over. I stopped by the conference room, but no one was there.
“They must’ve finished early,” I mutter under my breath.
Someone clears their throat and I turn to find Cassandra pointing to the corner office, Hope’s office.
I walk in that direction but slow when I hear voices. Instead, I take a seat in the waiting area that looks as if it was once part of a library. When I look up, I notice the placard.
Hope Alexander, PsyD
How had I missed that?
I stand when I hear movement close to the door. I don’t recognize the woman Hope is speaking with, so I patiently wait.
“He’s such a beloved person.”
“Yes, he is. The fans love him. So do so many others,” Hope responds.
Hope watches the woman go then turns to face me.
“Dr. Emory, come in. I have a few minutes to myself before the next interview. It’s good to see you.”
I smile and follow her inside her office.
“It’s good to see you too.”
I close the door behind us. So many questions float through my mind. I don’t know where to start.
“Is everything ... are you alright?” she asks.
“You’re Dr. Alexander?”
“Are you asking me or lobbing an accusation?”
She runs a wooden rake over sand as she listens to me.
“I understand if you want to see someone else. It’s not a problem. I hope you’ll continue group therapy.
“You were my first therapists. You were the one who got me making lists.”
She sits back and waits for me to finish. I wait for her to deny it or something, but she doesn’t.
“It’s true. I was the first person you came to see. You made some breakthroughs, but something happened. Afterward, you asked about other treatment options. I suggested Dr. Embers. You’ve been working with her ever since.”
“Wow. Do you know what happened?”
“Sorry. No. I just know you were ... ‘piecing the puzzle together’ and you thought you had the final piece, but something happened.”
“That sounds like me. Do you have any clues?”
She shakes her head. Her long, blond hair moving with the motion.
“I don’t think so.” She taps the miniature rake on the pad with the sand. “You were supposed to visit your mother that day.”
“Hmm.” I take a seat. “I wonder if those things are connected.”
“What things?”
I pull my hands through my hair as I try to figure things out. I’m opening my mouth to speak when Hope puts up a finger. I notice the ring on her ring on her finger and think about some of the things Journee said.
