(Brad)
The office was smaller than I expected.
I don't know what I had been expecting. Something more clinical maybe. More formal. Instead it was just a room with two chairs and a low table between them and a window that looked out onto a street I had driven down a hundred times without ever noticing the building.
Dr. Ellison was already seated when I came in. He stood briefly and shook my hand and gestured to the chair across from him and sat back down without any preamble.
I sat.
He looked at me for a moment without saying anything and I had the uncomfortable feeling of being read before I had decided what I wanted to show.
"So," he said. "What brings you here?"
I had prepared for this question.
I had rehearsed three different versions of the answer on the drive over, each one sl
