"Mr. Wesley Wood."
The female therapist stared sharply at him, her blue eyes not leaving his for a moment. She was a beautiful woman, probably in her early forties, her face graced with a few creases. She sat on the chair opposite him, a few steps away from him, scanning this new stubborn patient. Mr. Wood was right. This was going to be quite the task!
"How do you feel being here?"
But he didn't respond. He sat on the couch, looking outside the big window at the forest of trees wishing he was outside. Anywhere but here.
The therapist crossed her legs and pulled down her skirt to cover her knees. She wrote something on the notebook and that puzzled him but still, he didn't talk.
"You know, this is not going to be productive if you just sit there and stay quiet."
He didn't talk or
