“Hello. You must be my next patient, correct?” he asked.

He was poised in nature. His back was straight as a board, his hands held politely in front of him and a smile on his face. He wore a light brown suit with a black tie and white undershirt.

Everyone did say he was the best psychiatrist in the state. Maybe he was.

“Come with me to my office, then we can talk,” he hummed. He ushered you to the therapy room.