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Fifteen minutes into the therapy session had passed in silence. Bette’s intent gaze was locked on her new psychotherapist while her mouth remained shut despite the therapist’s attempts of encouraging her to speak.
Prior to entering the counseling therapy center Bette had convinced herself with Kit’s support to keep an open mind, although she had been sure it would be hard for her to talk in front of a complete stranger. She hadn’t imagined that it would actually be this hard. As soon as Bette had walked into the therapist’s office she felt a strong fortress of self-defense building up around her. The moment she had taken a seat on the couch she realized things were going to be different here. All of a sudden she had been met with this new and unfamiliar guide smiling warmly at her. Or was it even warmly? The grin on the man’s face seemed glued to his chiseled face and therefore caused him to look disingenuous for Bette’s liking. The fact that her therapist had turned out to be a man didn’t help matters. Bette couldn’t believe Kit would actually arrange a male therapist for her.
And then she was supposed to talk. Supposed to tell him everything about herself. Hell, she had never talked about herself like that with anyone, let alone with an absolute stranger smiling annoyingly at her. She had never let anyone in like that, ever. Not this stuff. How was she supposed to start? What was she going to say?
Bette kept staring at the man, wondering if her intense scrutiny would unsettle him as it usually would have happened to anyone else were they in his place. But more minutes passed and the man stayed well composed and unflustered, his smile still etched across his face.
”I heard therapy is confidential. Is it true?” Bette finally broke the silence.
”It is true,” Dr. Dan Foxworthy replied, then added after a brief pause, ”I like to tell my clients that therapy is kind of, ’What happens in Vegas stays in Vegas.’ So, what happens in my office stays in my office.”
”Shouldn’t you report to the police if a client confesses to you of a crime?” Bette pried, her eyes narrowed a little.