Sharn Joe sat on the sofa chair opposite the man. Seeing his face reflecting traces of exhaustion and pain, she softened her voice and asked, "Mr. Leclair, do you have a headache?"
Many people seek out a psychologist not necessarily to treat an illness; sometimes, they simply want an outlet to vent, a bit of gentle reassurance. Sharn Joe had encountered many such patients, especially since she was a young and attractive female psychologist.
The man rubbed his aching brow and said in a low voice, "I haven't been able to sleep for a while."
Since the eve of last year's Lunar New Year, he had developed insomnia. At its worst, he'd lie awake until dawn. Recently, his temper had grown increasingly uncontrollable, swinging unpredictably between extremes, severely affecting Delphine—prompting him to finally seek out a psychologist.
"How long has it been?"
