In Dr. Taylor's twenty years of being a therapist, she had spoken with all manners of people from different walks of life. She recognized a drug addict when she saw one and she could never miss the signs in a victim of domestic violence or any other vice.
She recognized people who were in dire need of help the same way a sailor knew the kind of winds that could sink a boat. But the lady seated before her today was unlike anyone she had ever met.
From the moment she'd entered into her office, there was something off about her. Maybe it was the way she seemed lost and confused like a new puppy that had just been brought home.
She could not yet place where the lady belonged but somewhere in those desolate eyes she was looking into, she could tell that she needed help. She hoped she had what it took to help her.
