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It rang three times before a calm, firm female voice answered. “Hello, this is Dr. Helena.” “It’s me. Thor Miller.” There was a brief pause on the other end, then she replied with professional softness. “Thor… it’s been a while. How can I help you?” “I need to start sessions again. Three times a week, at least. And I need to be seen today.” The psychologist, with the patience of someone who knew the intricate paths of human pain, answered: “I have an opening in forty minutes. Can you make it?”

I said quietly. "I know," he said, and something in his voice softened slightly. "That is precisely why I am not going to let you rush this." We sat in silence for a moment. A bird somewhere in the canopy above us called out twice and went quiet. "I can give you more frequency," he said eventually. "Two sessions a day instead of one, on days your body can sustain it. I will not give you more intensity than your foundation can hold. That distinction matters more than you think it does right now, and you will understand why eventually."

The session runs ninety minutes, which is thirty minutes longer than usual, because the participants have things to say and the room holds them. When it ends the participants leave with the gradual unhurried dispersal of people who have been somewhere that mattered and are not in a rush to stop being in it. Lena stops to talk to another participant about the supplement protocol Tara outlined three weeks ago. Two of the newer members exchange contact information. Ciara stacks the notebooks and puts the remaining food into containers with the organized efficiency that means she has been doing this since the beginning and knows exactly how it goes. Davan does not leave. He stays in his chair at

He whistled and leaned back against his chair. "Yeah, it's really that simple." I sighed, putting down my pencil, and noticed that it was 8.50 pm already. We had agreed to have a one-hour session every day and it was coming to an end. I actually had fun teaching him as he wasn't distracting me much. Except for his body though, my inner self smirked. "Let's call it a day. Do you want anything to drink?" he asked, standing up from his seat. "Water is fine," I gave him a small smile and he walked outside his room. I stood up from my seat and let out a huge breath and started to pack my things.

When he is done you continue) Hmmm.... Mr. Prospect, based on your response I believe you have something to offer. Congratulations. We have scheduled two discussion sessions where you can discuss with the consultants of Momentum Project so they can brief you on how you can raise the funds you require to setup your business. The first session holds on Sunday by 3pm and the last session holds on Monday by 11am (use the phrase last session). Which of these sessions would be okay for you to come in and discuss with our consultants?

But he was real close. Her fingers tingled as she reached the booking section. Standard sessions were one hour. The special session was two hours. She didn’t even hesitate and booked the two-hour slot with a grin she couldn’t hide. If she was going to lie on that table, under those hands, she needed enough time to feel everything.

“I'll just take an uber to your parent's when I'm done here, you can join us from the office.’’ “What time will your session end?” She looked at her watch. “I have about thirty minutes until 12pm. It starts at 12 and ends in about two hours, that would be too much juggle for you.’’ I nodded. “Cool. See you at the house then.’’ She smiled. “Sure.’’ I pressed a light kiss on her hair before waving her goodbye. Odios’ was never a place I loved visiting during the daytime. I wouldn't want somebody I knew to see me heading there, not to talk of finding out who I was meeting with.

she said. “Yes,” he said. “March is in six weeks,” she said. “Yes,” he said. “Six weeks is a long time,” she said. “Six weeks is six weeks,” he said. She pushed off the wall and swam the next set. Six weeks was six weeks. She counted them. Chapter 6: March The final program session was on the last Friday of the month. He ran it the same way he’d run every session. Moving the deck, saying specific things, his attention on the work.

I should have walked out and taken my chances. Instead, heat spread through my whole body. “Okay,” I said, my voice a little shaky. “I’ll do the private sessions.” Dr. Lang nodded once, like he already knew I would say yes. “Good. We start Monday evening. My office. 7 PM sharp. You will come prepared to work… and to listen.” He stood up and walked around the desk. Stopped right in front of me. Close enough that I had to look up at him. “And Elias,” he added, voice lower now. “During these sessions, you follow my rules. All of them. If you argue, there will be consequences. Understand?”

I'll call Karl and get there as soon as I can. "APRIL." I raised my voice a bit to stop April from panicking. "I'm fine, April. No, I'm not sick and the baby is okay. It's Monday today and I have a session with Dr. Goodman. There is no need for you to come here or call Karl." I heard April sigh through the phone and I could guess that she dropped herself at the nearest seat. "Well that's a relief. Will you be long?" "About an hour and a half..." I looked at the giant clock on the wall of the waiting room. "It's almost time for my session and it's only an hour long. So, I'll be done with an hour and a half."