Chapter 34

The psychologist's office had oddly comforting gray walls. A viewing screen played images of a serene ocean that splashed on black rocks. The splashing of the water and the distant roar were serenaded by soft instrumental music. Nessa's eyelids grew heavy, but the rest of her body felt airy. The family found places in a row of seats. Maybe a psychologist wasn’t such a bad thing.

A door opened in the back, and a man with gunmetal gray hair, a black button up shirt, and slacks strode into the seating area.

"Conner family," he greeted them.

Trevon rose and gestured to his family to do the same. Nessa’s projection followed them into a carpeted room with cushioned hovering chairs that were arranged in a circle. Dr. Adams sat behind an electric blue desk.

“So, what brings you in today?” He asked.

“My son,” Trevon answered. “Jamison.”

“And what’s going on with you, young man?” Dr. Adams asked, shifting his attention to Jamison.