The psychologist, Bethany Hackett, observed Bradley as he fell into deep contemplation in response to her words.

Without disturbing him, Bethany allowed Bradley the space to ponder the question at hand.

After a prolonged silence, Bradley slowly raised his gaze to meet Bethany’s. “I hope she’s alive.”

Bethany’s words had prompted Bradley to seriously consider the question. He vividly remembered the car plummeting off the cliff, the engulfing flames, and Esther being pushed into the incinerator. All signs pointed to Esther being dead.

Nevertheless, Bradley persisted in the search, convincing himself that she was still alive.

“Let me ask you again. Do you think she’s alive because you believe it will alleviate your guilt?”

Bradley looked at Bethany and shook his head. “No. She’s a cunning woman who’s good at acting.”

maintained a gentle gaze on Bradley until

I have a psychological

and age, having a psychological disorder is not something shameful. If you cooperate with the treatment, you can

I

explained, “The first step in

he grasped the implication—accepting the reality that

met Bradley’s gaze with

life will stagnate.” Bethany didn’t waver in the face

completely relaxed in Bethany’s office, both mentally and physically. This psychologist, unfamiliar to him, responded

you think I should take full

She calmly replied, “I’m a psychologist and

essence, you’re saying her death

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