It was 4pm. Claire sat on the comfortable sofa across from Dr. Sheridan. She’d been prompted to talk, the usual request that began each of their sessions. “Tell me about the nightmares, Claire.”
“Same as usual, Doctor.” Claire held her head high in spite of the personal matter. She’d trained herself to look confident at all cost, to never show her whimpering side to anyone, not even the doctor. “Well, there are some changes, actually.”
Claire knew she could trust this woman, but still felt squeamish telling her the truth. But then, why was she here? After all, it was Claire that had sought the doctor out. For two years now, she’d been coming for her weekly afternoon session. She wasn’t sure if it was helping, but it did somehow give her relief to talk to someone.
“She spoke to me. I mean my sister looked at me and spoke. Not like before when she looked through me.”
If Claire had shocked the doctor, it wasn’t evident. The woman was a virtual stone face. Dr. Sheridan, with her calming voice asked, “Did that frighten you, Claire? Tell me how that made you feel.”
“Frightened? Well, no. It was quite the opposite, actually. I was thrilled, ecstatic. I felt hope that I could stop her and change everything. If I could have touched her, I know I could have stopped it.” Claire could hear herself getting emotional. She swallowed, hoping the lump she’d choked on would dissipate.
“Claire, we’ve already talked about your physical contact with her. I’m more interested in hearing what she said to you.”
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