"Because, Dr. Emerson, I like you." "I already like you," he said. "I can tell you have my best interests at heart and can assist me."
I opened my mouth to inquire whether this had anything to do with what happened the night before, but I quickly closed it since I didn't want to bring it up. I was afraid that by allowing those floodgates to open, by admitting that anything had transpired between us, things would become much more difficult. Not to mention the risk to my profession - a career I'd fought really hard for - if this ever came to light.
But he was there. Asking for my assistance. I could tell in his eyes that he needed help - that he needed someone with my level of experience. Dr. Frank was a wonderful man and a skilled therapist, but I doubted he could crack open a difficult
