THEN...
Henry was sitting on a comfortable leather couch. It was the suede kind, smooth to the touch, and black. It held that leather scent that many people found to be soothing.
The office was paneled with wood, and it was a bit dark even with both window shades pulled wide. The psychologist made every attempt to make the place feel warm and inviting with the use of table lamps that emitted a warm yellow glow to your immediate surroundings. Degrees and framed art hung on the walls.
Doctor Hildebrand sat across from you in his own chair. His legs crossed casually as he leaned back listening to your responses. He held a leather-bound case that held a yellow legal pad, and a pen. He was in his early 50's if you guess was right. He had a sharp widow's peak but the remaining hair was thick and grey. He wore a pair of glasses that reminded you of your grandfather's. So far you liked Hildebrand.
"Tell me about the first time you lost a patient, Henry. Perhaps we can find some answers there?" Hildebrand requested.
