Nanny and the Alpha Daddy

#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?”

I took in a shaky breath, then began.

“A few weeks ago, I was kidnapped and held at gunpoint…”

the fight between Ethan and Edrick, and about Edrick almost dying. I told him about Ethan choking me, the incident at the police station, and finally I told him about the dream that I had in the hospital. Of course, he asked a lot of questions about my relationship with Edrick. Earlier,

leaned back in his chair and closed his eyes for a moment, processing what I told him while I nervously fiddled with my hands on the loveseat. When he finally opened his eyes again, he

like to hypnotize you,” he

“Will it help me figure out what that dream was about,

and the drawings don’t actually mean anything more than

visions?” I

won’t say anything in regards to that just yet,” he said. “I don’t want to make assumptions before our session

curtains and dimmed the lights in my bedroom, then began the session. He started by 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 singing bowl, causing the low tone to emanate around me from all directions. With my eyes closed, it felt a little disorienting. After that, he began to

get me into a trance, I still felt perfectly conscious and found myself entirely incapable of delving deeper into

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

to manage today,” he said, sounding regretful. “I’m sorry. But I

felt a little

wasn’t helpful at all. I’m glad that we had 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

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

shot me a wide grin. “Good. I’ll come back next week and we can have another session. Whether or not you want