When Caleb arrives at the psychologist’s office, he doesn’t know what to expect. He carries with him thirty-two years of troubles, which he is desperate to rid himself of. Yet at the end of the first session, it appears he has another desire. A forbidden desire he has no right to expect to become reality.<br><br>As the sessions continue, they are peppered with extremely unorthodox methods which only add fuel to the flame that something might happen between them. And while the therapy sessions appear to be having their desired effect, Caleb begins to wonder if he’s having any effect on the handsome psychologist.<br><br>Something tells him he is. But isn’t it forbidden for a mental health professional to have romantic attachments to their clients? Does Caleb have that certain something that will make the psychologist break the rules which keep him employed? Or is Caleb doomed to have his heart broken yet again?

The Psychologist

“All I wanted to do was lie down next to him and die. I knew it was my fault he was dead. I felt as guilty as if I’d done the deed myself. If I hadn’t been so hated, so outcast, this would never have happened.”


Caleb sniffed and blew his nose once more. “You know, I never told my Mum. I dug a hole right there in the bush and buried him. I picked some wildflowers and covered him with them. I said a prayer—the only one I knew—The Lord’s Prayer. I told him how much I loved him and how I was going to miss him. I was so upset, I could barely see well enough to bury him.


“I sat with him a while longer. I guess I didn’t want to leave him alone in the bush. And when I felt ready, I returned home.”


“And you never told your parents?” asked Richard.


“I was ashamed. I didn’t want them to think their son was a loser, and if I told them what had happened to Tango, I would’ve had to tell them why. It would’ve been too humiliating.”


Chapter 7