James didn’t take her hand. He just gave her a polite nod, the kind you give a stranger in an elevator, and that was that.
He turned his attention to the psychologist who had just come out of the office. “Is it our turn?” he asked.
The psychologist smiled. “Yes, you two can come in now.”
Emmy turned to Isabel and said, “Excuse me,” before heading toward the office.
James didn’t follow her right away. Instead, he hurried back to the sofa, quickly gathering up her coat, scarf, and handbag in one arm before catching up with his long strides.
He looked so attentive—nothing like the distant, untouchable Mr. Nelson everyone else saw.
Isabel just stood there for a moment, staring at the closed door. She didn’t move for a long time. Then she finally turned and walked out, pulling her phone from her bag and dialing a number.
“We need to meet. I have something to talk to you about.”
—
Two hours later, the office door opened again.
Emmy stepped out and let out a long breath, feeling like the heavy weight on her chest had finally eased up a bit.
That psychologist really knew what he was doing.
After just one session of regression therapy, she felt like she could face those scary memories with a little more calm.
He’d suggested she come back a few more times—healing takes time, he’d told her.
James drove her back to Applewood Estate, checking in with her over and over. “Are you really not mad anymore?”
He must have asked her eight times on the way back.
Emmy couldn’t decide whether to laugh or sigh at him. “I’m really not mad,” she promised, half amused and half exasperated.
Only then did James finally head out to take care of his own business.
As she watched him go, Emmy couldn’t help but smile to herself.
Who would’ve guessed that the all-powerful, unshakeable Mr. Nelson would be so anxious about whether she was upset?


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