Chapter Eighteen
Psychological Debriefing
Jessica leaned back into the supple leather couch and gazed up at the ceiling above her. She placed her hands by her sides, then rethought the decision and brought them up onto her lap. Her fingers rang together nervously as she crossed her ankles, the black leather of her boots making a soft squeaking sound.
“I am glad that you decided to come after all, Jessica,” Doctor Andrews spoke softly.
Looking over at the doctor, Jessica saw that he had moved to sit in an office chair facing her. He was middle-aged, with grey beginning to show around his temples. His face was kindly, soft and round with eyes that seemed younger than he was. With his right ankle crossed over his left thigh and a notepad resting there, he practically exuded comfort. She w
