Sessions Part 1

                                               Memory distorts  
                                                  Memory heals  
                                                  Memory contorts  
                                                  Memory steals  
                                             Not all memories comforts  
   
The whole morning went by in a blur. The two couples I had sessions with had been challenging lately. Whenever I felt that they have moved forward on a particular topic, one of them would bring up something from the past that reverts the whole situation backward.  
   
After an hour and a half of break, I decided I was ready for my third and final couple of the day.  
“Connor, send in the next couple, please.”  
   
My new assistant, Connor, has been keeping me on track for the last two weeks, and I am completely grateful that he was able to catch on as quickly as he did.  
   
I looked at the forms I have new clients fill out before I have them enter my office. What I did not prepare myself for was a face from the past that should stay buried in memory.  
   
“Hello, Doctor Lowe?” asked a tall brunette with curly hair and glasses, with the girl next door smile.  
   
It took me a moment to process the question because the person standing beside her was all I could focus on.  
   
“Yes. Please have a seat. I will need a moment.” I said as I walked out to speak to Connor.  
“Of course. Honey, let's sit over there on the couch.” She said to him.  
   
He reacted similarly because he could not move—Jordan Paul Martel Jr. was standing before me.  
“Honey, what's wrong with you? We're here because you do not pay attention to me.”  
This had to be a joke. I  went to Connor.  
   
“Tell me the name of couple inside my office is?”  
   
He looked at me with brows furrowed. ”The Sandal’s? Is there a problem?”  
Sandals? Maybe I am mistaken.  
   
Gathering myself together, I turned to be stopped by Jordan standing before me.  
   
“I did not know it was you. She told me we were seeing one of the best couples therapists.”  
It was him: my first love and my deepest wound.  
   
“This is unethical. I cannot treat you.”  
   
“Run again, Trina. You're really good at it.”  
   
Run? I should remove them.  
   
“You’re a doctor, and we need help. You’re the best, and I paid for the best.”  
   
“I gather she does not know about ..”  
   
“Trina we were young and not in any position to be together. I am asking you to help us.” He tipped his head to the woman waiting in my office.  
   
Would he have done this for us? No, he wouldn’t.  
   
I walked past him to go into the office when he grabbed my arm. Why did he touch me? He felt like home.  
   
He lowered his voice to a timber that lit something it shouldn’t.  
   
“Trina”  
   
Looking into those familiar eyes with gold flecks and the voice unsettled me more than I like to admit. I pulled away and took a breath.  
   
“Dr. Lowe”