POV Drake.
I look at the empty chair in front of me, I still don't understand what I'm doing here. Everything that's happening right now is just unbelievable! What the hell am I doing here? What the hell is happening to me? Where's the strong, brave, courageous man I've always been? Paralyzed by an emotion I couldn't overcome? What kind of nonsense is this? I'm not like that! I'm not this weak man who needs to see a shrink to get better. There's nothing wrong with me! I'm just fine. I don't need to be here, I don't need to see this guy, I'm fine and that's what I'm going to tell him when he walks into this room. The door opens without me realizing it, and I'm startled when a hand comes to rest on my shoulder. I turn around and meet the gaze of an elderly man wearing glasses and smiling benevolently at me, the first thing that strikes me is that he looks an awful lot like someone I know.
"Mr. Lancaster, sorry to have frightened you. "
"You didn't frighten me. "
He withdraws his han
