Chapter Three
That afternoon I went back to my house and did my normal job: therapist to troubled people. I was the sort of therapist who would treat and deal with people that no other therapist wanted to treat. That was because I wasn’t doing it for the money.
I was doing it for revenge.
Alexiandria was a very nice girl whose only real problem was too much anxiety mixed with a dash of depression due to her mother leaving home for work one day and never coming back.
Her divorced dad, Todd, was a bit of dreamboat and would have been perfect for me if I was looking for some sort of life partner. He was tall, handsome, and confident, but also overwhelmed raising a girl he barely understood while having had his heart crushed by a woman who no longer wanted anything to do with him.
I would
