She was so restful and so good at blocking her mind that I could let down my guard. And the idea of being able to talk about everything, every aspect of my life, was especially appealing to someone like me, who had been forced to keep things to myself for so many years. I was anxious to speak with her as I pulled into the parking lot of her office on that Friday. So much had happened since our last appointment, and I really wanted her take on everything to do with Carruthers and Cathryn. Her office was in an older home on a quiet street a few towns over from Perriman. She had turned the side lot into a small parking area, and the huge foyer was now the reception room. I met with her down the hall in what used to be a sitting room. The rest of the house was decorated in keeping with the historical period to which it belonged, but Aline’s office was all blonde wood and soft colors. She didn’t have a desk, just a simple table that held her laptop, a few piles of brochures and some books.
