“Dig in,” Ernest offered her the utensils with a gentle hand. “There’s no need to rush. Today, we can take it slow.”

“Thanks.” Elissa accepted the utensils and quietly started her meal.

Once breakfast was finished, the two of them headed out together.

Ernest had arrived to pick her up—they were scheduled to see a psychologist he trusted.

Although the clinic was usually closed on weekends, the doctor had agreed to make an exception just for Ernest’s sake. Elissa would be the only appointment that day.

Ernest drove them both to the clinic.

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“Hello, Dr. Perkins.”

Once they reached the office, Ernest wasted no time with introductions. “Elissa, meet Dr. Hamza Perkins. Dr. Perkins, this is Elissa Holland.”

“Nice to meet you, Dr. Perkins.”

“Nice to meet you, too.” A smile spread across Hamza’s face. “Mr. Flynn has filled me in a little on what’s been going on. There’s no need to worry—we’re not beginning any formal treatment today. We’ll just have a conversation.”

“That sounds good.” Elissa let herself breathe easier. Yet a hint of worry lingered. “Honestly, Dr. Perkins, I’m not even sure how to explain what’s happening to me…”

“That’s perfectly fine.” With calm patience, Hamza encouraged her. “You can start anywhere. Even things that seem small or trivial can give me a better picture of how you’re feeling.”

Elissa nodded. “Alright, I’ll try.”

“Take your time. Think of this as a friendly chat.”

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“Okay.”

Their talk stretched on for two hours.

During the first hour, Ernest stayed by her side.

He decided to wait outside during the second half, leaving Elissa to speak with Hamza one-on-one.

When the session wrapped up, Ernest returned. “So, how did everything go?”

Hamza met him with a sincere smile. “Progress takes time. There’s no need to rush it.”

He went on. “We’ll need to get regular therapy sessions lined up. Once I’ve sorted out the details, I’ll share the schedule with you. Also—”

Hamza paused, his fingers hovering over the keyboard. “I’d like to prescribe you some oral medication. Do you have any allergies to certain medicines that I should know about?”

“None that I’m aware of, at least for now.”

“Good.” Hamza finished writing the prescription and handed it over. “Take one of each tablet every day. Please don’t exceed the dose.”

“I understand.”

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