Larry rubbed his throbbing temple and spoke to Director Wayne, who was sitting across from him.
"Director Wayne, my dream was a bit different today. I dreamed that Quincy celebrated my birthday with me, then said goodbye to me."
Director Wayne jotted down Larry's words in the medical record, his voice carrying a note of relief.
"This means the hypnotherapy is working. You've taken the first step, and you're starting to accept Quincy's passing."
Larry tugged at the corner of his mouth, unable to speak or force a smile.
Director Wayne sighed softly, "Mr. Lockwood, if you can, don't go back to that house anymore. You've trapped yourself there for three years. That isn't a healthy way to grieve."
Larry still said nothing.
He knew perfectly well that it wasn't healthy, but what other cho
