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“I will leave you two.” Mrs Parker declared. Nooooo!! I screamed inwardly. Obviously she can't hear me, so she left, leaving me behind with a lump in my throat. I turned to face Jacob, and saw him assessing me speculatively. What was he thinking? He gave nothing away, whether he was annoyed or not? Does he even remember me? I prayed inwardly that he don't. “Dr Ella Miller.” He said, his eyes not leaving mine. “My mother told me that my therapist's name was Dr Miller, but she didn't tell me its Dr Ella Miller.” Crap he remembers! “I don't think that matter's Mr Parker.” I replied. “The bottom line is I am the therapist, you can rule out this acquaintances' thing, and I am stranger to you...it's that simple.” “Is it?” He asked. What? I peeked at him, and he was looking at me in a str