His Nanny Mate By Eve Above Story

Chapter 219: Dr. Rhodes

Moana

By the next morning, Edrick had already called the therapist for me and I was scheduled to have my first session right there in the penthouse that very morning. I was nervous, but also excited in a strange way. I wanted to get to the bottom of these strange occurrences, not only to figure out why this knife seemed to be so prominent in my mind and to see if it had any real, tangible significance, but I also wanted to get better so I could return to work.

When the therapist walked into my room, I immediately noticed that he seemed like a nice man. He was older, tall and thin, and had a completely bald head with a gray mustache on his upper lip and a pair of round wire-rimmed glasses sitting on his nose. He had a warm smile on his face and wore a tweed suit, and carried a notebook in his thin hand.

“Hello, Moana,” he said, holding his hand out for me to shake. “I’m Dr. Rhodes. Are you ready to get started?”

I nodded nervously. Edrick had moved a small loveseat into my room that was placed across from my armchair by the window, and I gestured for the therapist to sit on the armchair while I sat down on the loveseat. It felt strange to have a therapist in my bedroom, but it was also comforting to be doing this in a comfortable space that I knew well.

“So,” Dr. Rhodes said as he opened up his spiral-bound notebook, “can you start with telling me what’s been going on recently?”

a shaky breath, then

I was

dream that I had in the hospital. Of course, he asked a lot of questions about my relationship with Edrick. Earlier, Edrick had told me that it was okay to be completely truthful about our fake engagement with Dr. Rhodes, as it would be illegal for him to reveal the truth to anyone else. And

his chair and closed his eyes for a moment, processing what I told him while

hypnotize you,” he

in a deep breath. “Will it help me figure out

might not get you anywhere. There’s also a possibility that the dream and the drawings don’t actually mean anything more than a simple machination of stress in your mind after the traumatic events. Perhaps you subconsciously view Edrick’s father as the last remaining threat

visions?” I

won’t say anything in regards to that just

playing a low, droning tone on a singing bowl in his hand for a long time while he repeated a mantra, then had me repeat the same mantra for a long time while he circled around me with the

almost half an hour of attempting to get me into a trance, I

ended the session. He opened my curtains and helped me sit up,

he said, sounding regretful. “I’m sorry. But I don’t think that you’re subconsciously

I felt a

chance to talk about everything that’s getting to you, and it’s helped me to better understand your mental state. Sometimes just talking about these sorts of things is enough to help the brain unwind. Do you feel any more relaxed than

paused for a moment, thinking, but finally nodded. “I do feel a little