“Hello Ryan. Have a seat.” Dr. Prender motioned toward the red leather couch in his office.
“Thanks” I offered.
I sat down and started rubbing my hands over my jeans. When he noticed, I stopped and crossed my arms. I shouldn’t be here. I know my face said it without me saying it.
“Great. I have your file from the court, as well some notes from the attorneys. I understand that you have an…