{Parris’s POV}
The Alex dude looked like he was already in his early forties. Older than his age and it was probably because of the way he carries himself— a strict and old-fashioned man. When he spoke, I swear, Amy instantly paled and that was very suspicious enough.
Amy led us to a cozy-looking office with a recliner bed on the side and a couch on the other side. His desk was placed across the room with organized things, including the papers and folders neatly placed on his table. Everything looked so neat and organized to the point where I would be ashamed if I even dared to compare his office to mine.
He sat down on his swivel chair and looked at Lynne and me with a warm smile. One that a therapist usually has to gain the patient's trust and make them comfortable. He gestured to the
