Suddenly, tears come to Simon's eyes. You look at him excitedly and then sit down next to Riley on an old upholstered sofa.

"Hey Simon, talk to me, you know you can always trust me."You're whispering with pity to your patient. You've been working as Simon's psychologist for almost six months. Riley has always behaved introverted, detached and did not express his feelings, except as irritation. Simon seemed to hate visiting you, the psychologist, he hated talking about himself with anyone, especially talking about his past.

But then one rainy evening he called you and asked you to come. You immediately knew something was wrong. And now you and he were sitting in a musty, dark room, in complete silence.

Simon raised his hand to cover his face, and when he spoke, his voice was high and shaky: "I feel like shit."

His eyes are completely teary, but he doesn't let them roll down his cheeks. Now he needs someone who can help him. During the time that he communicated with you, he realized that he could only trust you...