He is good… but I knew that. That’s why I trusted him with my most precious thing in the world. She was sleeping in his guest room peacefully I was so proud of her… she did good… and I was finally ready for my lecture…

5 hours ago:

I organized a bag with some cloth for me and her and remembered to take all of my notes about Spencer and Angel. I knew we’d be moving in with him… I didn’t want to call him first not thinking I could say it over the phone.

"Are you ready?" I asked Angel.

"Yes" she said I gave her a weak smile and we were off to my car.

The drive was silent. I didn’t tell her who we were going to see considering her past encounters with men I’d say she wouldn’t like to be treated by one but he was the best.

 The first time I met Robert was when I was 15. He was my psychiatrist. My mother made me go and see him because I didn’t have many friends being in the 12′Th grade at 15… and because I was ‘moody’ for the last weeks as she put it, if only she knew… I remember thinking he was kind of funny to be a shrink so confused all the time about his personal life but so focused on his patients. He was soon becoming a good friend… his wisdom and empathy was the ticket. When my father passed away a few years latter Robert was there for me and our connection grew to be almost as strong as a father daughter can be, even more so; my relationship with my father was not as worm as I would of liked. well after his retirement a year ago Robert was always looking for a way back in, a workaholic as ever and I was his supplier; telling him all the news and about patients… he loved it.

Now I’m standing in front of his front door Angel close behind me. All I can think about is his reaction to my story… will he take the case? surely he will, for me… but just to imagine the look on his face when I’ll tell him why I can’t take her back to the hospital or why I can’t treat her any more made me shiver.