She breathed a shuddered sigh of relief at the realization, and walked over to the door. The man on the other side of the glass was very nice on her e...es. A five o’clock shadow forming on his chiseled features and sparkling grey eyes. ‘Ms. Spencer I presume,’ he said when she opened the inner door. ‘Yes. Mr. Wilson?’ She questioned back. He laughed and ran a hand through his sandy hair. ‘Yeah.. That’s me.’ He looked her dead in the eye then asked, ‘mind if I come in?’ ‘Oh my yes. I’m sorry.’. I was fortunate not to have to wait very long because the lobby was filled with patients of all ages. Dr. Bradley, a stout woman in her forties, came into the examining room where I had been seated and behind her, entered a girl probably in her late twenties. Dr. Bradley shook my hand, introduced herself and added, “And this is Veronica, one of my new assistants in training.” Veronica stepped forward and shook my hand. Her fingers were as light as feathers. When I told Dr. Bradley where the. They were not afraid of the dark, just unsure how to deal with the city distractions. As we walked and talked I kept pointing out things to notice and be aware of, such as how shadows allow people to hide in them as well as bushes and other placed distractions.It was on this walk that we passed over the spot where I had killed the attacker. There was still a painted outline of the corpse on the sidewalk. I knew they had seen the copy of the story from the Rochester paper. It had been cut out. That was a positive sign to me that he was at least intelligent. His biography caught my eye as we liked many of the same books and as I looked through his story page, I realized he was the author of several of the stories I’d read.Anxiously, I sent off a response. He was online, and we began sending private messages back and forth for a while to get to know each other. We discussed many of the books that we both enjoyed. I learned he was an author not only here on the site but was writing a.