Total pages in book: 95
Estimated words: 91504 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 458(@200wpm)___ 366(@250wpm)___ 305(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 91504 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 458(@200wpm)___ 366(@250wpm)___ 305(@300wpm)
The door opens. And he stands in front of me, hands tucked in his cheap suit pockets, a patient look on his face that he probably thinks is a smile. But it’s not, not really.
“Dr. McCall, how can I help you?”
I look up at him but say nothing.
His brows furrow as he stares at me. “Are you all right?”
“No.”
Indecisiveness flashes across his face, but he gives a little wave. “Come on back, Dr. McCall. Coffee? Water?”
“Water, thanks.”
A minute later, we’re tucked into a gray cubicle. A few old photos are pinned to the wall, but otherwise it’s neat, clean. A single coffee mug, a plastic bottle of water, a notepad, a pen, and a computer.
He takes the seat behind the desk and splays his palms open. “What’s going on?”
My trembling fingers touch the plastic water cup. I’ve rehydrated and scrubbed and put on clean clothes, but the residue of last night—of these last months—still clings to me. I wonder if I’ll ever feel normal, like myself again. Maybe someday. When this is all a memory. Maybe there’s even still time to meet someone new. To have a family. I can almost see it, a flicker of light in a world that’s felt like twilight for a long time now.
I take a slow, deep breath before looking him in the eyes. “I need to get a restraining order against someone. Him and his…” I search for the right word. “Ex-girlfriend? They’ve been stalking me. Following me out on the street. They know where I live. I think. A few months ago, I came home to my apartment door open. No one was inside, but someone had been. I know it.” I try to think of how to explain that Rebecca became my patient, I assume, to get close to me. Probably Gabriel did, too. But I decide to leave that part out, at least for now. It would mean breaking patient confidentiality. I’ve read the American Medical Association’s Code of Ethics multiple times over the last few days. A doctor may break confidentiality when a patient threatens to inflict serious physical harm on a specific, identified person and there is a reasonable probability that the patient will carry out the threat. Or when a crime is likely to occur. Neither Gabriel nor Rebecca has made any threats. I couldn’t even tell Detective Green if Gabriel had told me he’d murdered his own wife, unless he also threatened my life or someone else’s, and I thought he might actually do it. But they’ve followed me, outside of our sessions, outside of when I’ve treated them as a physician. And stalking is a crime. So I can report their following, but not disclose that they are patients or anything that was said during our sessions. I’m well aware how thin the line is I’m straddling.
Detective Green’s frown deepens, but I can tell I have his full attention. “Who?”
I take another breath, another attempt to calm my nervous system. “Gabriel Wright.”
The detective’s eyes go wide. “Gabriel Wright? The man whose family…” He shakes his head. “When did this begin? Can you be more specific about what he’s doing?” He pulls out a pad of paper and scribbles notes as I answer his questions.
“And what interactions have you had with him? Has he initiated all of them, or have you initiated any?”
I press my lips together, answering as truthfully as possible. I tell him what I can, about feeling eyes on me, hearing footsteps behind me. But again—I can’t tell him he’s a patient. I also won’t tell him Gabriel and I slept together, because that is yet another thing that can get me in trouble. There’s so much I can’t say. I also realize the irony of me sitting here asking for a restraining order against a man who, a few months ago, might’ve had grounds to get one against me because of my stalking. But my intentions were never to harm; just the opposite, really. And I have no clue what Gabriel’s intentions are.
By the time I’ve answered all of Detective Green’s questions, he’s leaning back in his chair in a way that tells me that there’s probably not enough to get a restraining order. I squeeze my hands into fists, almost ready to say the rest—that Gabriel and Rebecca both just happened to come to me for therapy. But instead I move on and explain how Gabriel followed me on one of my dates, interrupted in the middle of it. And how I went walking the other night, and he appeared out of nowhere, stopping me. None of it is untrue. I just leave out the part where I was excited to see him, where I went back to his apartment and we had sex.
“I don’t know what to say, Dr. McCall. This is highly unusual. And seeing someone around town—especially in Manhattan—I mean, of course you’ll recognize him, but that doesn’t mean he’s stalking you.”