Doctor Jay's point of view
I adjusted my tie in the mirror of my office, the soft hum of the air conditioner the only sound breaking the quiet anticipation building in my chest.
Another session, another mind to unravel. My secretary had buzzed me earlier. She announced that a woman named Melinda had arrived.
"She's here for consultation on.. personal matters," she'd said, and I could hear the hesitation. Personal matters. In my line of work, that could mean anything from anxiety, to mental pain, to the deepest, darkest secrets people try to bury.
As a psychiatrist specializing in hypnotherapy, I was used to coaxing out the hidden.
The door to my waiting room clicked open, and there the patient was. Melinda stepped in, her heels echoing softly on the polished wood floor. Her folde
