I'm a Child Therapist. My Patient Said He Could Hear a Man in the Walls. Then I Realized — I Could Hear Him Too. s1792
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Chapter 7 - THE MAN IN THE PHOTO
After Dana left, I tore my office apart.
Old files. Old notes. Old appointment books. Anything that might tell me what I'd forgotten.
And then I found it.
A photograph. Tucked inside a patient file I didn't recognize. The file was empty except for this one image.
I pulled it out. Looked at it.
Two men. Standing in front of a building. A construction site. Both wearing hard hats.
One of them was me. Ten years younger. Shorter hair. A smile I didn't recognize.
The other man I'd never seen before. Tall. Thin. Dark hair. Dark eyes.
On the back of the photo, in my handwriting:
Thomas and I. The day we found the room.
May you like
I stared at the words. The room.
What room?
