2 days later
*Zac*
“We can move our sessions to the men's room if it makes you feel more comfortable”. The therapist Lydia says, clearly trying to get my attention.
I let go of the decorative clock I was fiddling with, sitting it down on the small table. “No … no it smells much nicer in here”.
“After reading the report about the last incident it seems your and Astrid’s actions were totally justified, heroic even”. She says, looking at a piece of paper, from her extensive pile about me.
I give a small shrug. “All in a day's work, ma’am”.
“I guess that depends on your job”. She looks at me, curiously, like she is trying to figure me out, she would never figure out the truth. “It must have felt good to give that young woman and her child a future”.
It does feel good, it always feels go
