The phone rang. I ran to the kitchen to take it after apologizing to my guest for the quick departure.
"Hello! Is this Ms. Cassidy?
"We received a referral from you several months ago and due to some difficulties at the office we have been forced to make other arrangements.
We are deeply sorry we are just now able to contact you to set up an appointment."
I looked up, confused and irritated. "I'm sorry but you must have made an error."
"The therapist assigned to me called and told me about the issues with the construction at the office so they've been meeting with me at my residence."
"A therapist through Family Options, Inc? We've had no construction occurring here."
I picked up the card laying on my kitchen table. "Yep. Dr. Russell Bernard."
There was silence for a moment. "Ma'am, Dr. Bernard was found stabbed in his office two months ago. He is deceased."
"Then who the fuck is in my house right now?"
I locked eyes with the man sitting in the living room of my home with his hands folded in his lap, patiently waiting for me to end my call.