Morgan sat in his car while staring at the old pan brick building that housed the psychiatric practice of Dr Seymour Moriarty on a slightly cool Friday morning. The digital clock in his car indicated that he had thirty minutes left before his eight o’clock appointment. He managed to dutifully complete the assignment Katherine Price, his psychologist, had given him. He closed his eyes and began replaying the events of the past week in his mind.
His first instinct, upon learning of his aunt’s passing, was to fly out with his parents back to his hometown to visit her grave but he decided against it. Nothing good ever came from making a decision in the heat of the moment fuelled by emotion. Instead he pleaded with his parents to stay an extra couple of days. Morgan took them on a tour of the
