ENDS

THIRD PERSON P. O. V.

Her mother stood at door and watched everyone in the room with wide eyes.

‘This has to be a scam or a scheme in process’ she thought to herself when she met with the faces in the room.

Definitely whom she least expected. All of them.

“You can come in, you’re safe I promise you” Mr. Reid says as he stands to his feet to allow her see him fully.

“Why didn’t you indicate the people we’re getting to meet are the McConnell’s?” Mr. Shawn, Iris’s dad asked after seeing Mr. Reid act calm in the same situation his wife is finding extremely disturbing.

“I figured if I mentioned it that you guys wouldn’t want to get involved” Mr. Reid explained.

“We had already mentioned that we didn’t want to get involved with this family, you promised us Iris and my granddaughter… not a jamboree with his family” Mrs. Shawn spat and you could almost taste the bitterness in her words.

“I know we are not the best people in your books right now but if you can…” Mr. McConnell started but he was interrupted by her again.

“If I can what!?”

“If you can just have a seat and let us discuss this” Brooks tried again

“How many discussions have I ever had with you that proved positive? Give me a damn good reason why I should try now!” it was obvious that Iris’s mom was angry… fuming could be the right word.

Her husband who stood beside her landed soft pats on her shoulder and mouthed a few ‘calm down’ to her hearing in hushed tones while the young lady on a white t-shirt, below the knee fitted denim skirt and blue rimmed glasses stood behind them both with really wide eyes.

Deep in her heart all she was saying to herself was how much work she had to do here.

“You’ve never had a discussion with me that ended up futile have you?” Mr. Reid asked Mrs. Shawn but she didn’t give an answer because she and everyone else in the room knew he was right and that gave him an opportunity to continue his statement.

“I promised you that I’ll bring your daughter and granddaughter home but I cannot do that if you do not have a seat. So please The Shawn’s, can we have a seat? Time is really against us.”

Mrs. Shawn eyed everyone skeptically in the room but proceeded to have a seat as asked, in all honesty she was here because of Mr. Reid and no one else.

Her husband followed suit and took the chair nearest to her.

“I hope you had a lovely night yesterday miss. Doherty?” Mr. Reid asked the young lady that had been behind them and silent all through the exchange. “Mac, please get her a seat” he added and gestured for one of his guards to get the lady a seat as all in the living room were currently occupied.

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In no time the guard was back with a seat for Doherty and immediately she flipped open her notebook.

“Good morning everyone” she started and adjusted her glasses “I have had a conversation with The Shawn’s and now I’d like to have one with the McConnell’s in relation to what I have heard from them previously” she looked up to be sure they were all following and indeed they were.

She was a therapist, one of the best in town and she was perfect with her job… so she was right when she felt the uncomfortable tension in the room like a can of bottled truths was about to be spilled open.

She wasn’t sure what this therapy session was going to lead to but by the looks of things she was only certain of two points.

One, this family needed the therapy

Two, this therapy had a high chance of either strengthening or destroying the bonds which they have.

And based on parts of the story she had heard earlier… the latter seemed most likely.

“Now to ensure accuracy and to get what you want, I would need the truth and nothing but the truth; and I hope that’s all I’ll get” she said.