Eve sat rigidly as the therapist came into the room. She had
been a bit relaxed before the woman came in, taking in the
serene room filled with house plants and with artworks
scattered around casually. Eve had nothing against Dr Ali, the
woman had been trying to help her since the trial started and
her lawyer insisted on her talking to a therapist to get it all
out. Dr Ali had a quiet voice with the faintest hint of a
northern accent. She was petite with kind, sharp eyes. No, Eve
had nothing against the doctor, she just couldn't talk to
strangers.
Dr Ali watched as Eve subtly appraised her under her eyes.
Years of being a therapist and a keen observer gave her an
upper hand. She sighed but she had work to do, and fast, or
the young lady would not survive the trial."Eve" Dr Ali said
and watched the girl unwind her hands, place them on her
laps, and look up to her. "Do you want tea or coffee?" the
doctor asked." No, thanks" Eve replied. She knew the doctor
was just trying to help her and she needed to do better.
"A penny for your thoughts, Eve" Dr Ali said smiling at
Eve. "Tell me what you are thinking", she encouraged. The
poor girl had gone through the most gruesome experience and
only herself and the court could help her. The court gave them
two weeks for the session, but it was the last week and what
they needed was a miracle. Eve cleared her throat and said
"Mmmmm...i was thinking about how nice and helpful you
have been to me" Dr Ali nodded, they were finally getting
there! "And you know you have to help us help you, right?",
the doctor implored. Eve nodded, "yes ma'am" picking her
notepad, the doctor said, "so let's start from the night you saw
the blinking light".