the meet

he entered dr Langford's office he felt frustrated at how many months went by and slow progress.

he couldn't avoid her any longer it hurt too much.

"dr Langford I want to go home...is it possible"

dr Langford looked at him warmly "Simon your no prisoner; you've been here for a year if we continue while you come twice a week I think we can control the stubborn last memory "

he felt relief and finished the session.

an hour later he bade farewell to dr Langford

"thanks dr I think I'll be fine...your a good doctor "

they hugged as he left for his taxi with his bag of possessions.

at home amy sat looking at her children sleeping soundly Sarah was 8 months old and Noah 2yrs and 2months she was alone so long....how she missed simon.

she descended the stairs walking to the kitchen where she could finally cry.

she made a coffee and the door knocked quietly. who could it be she wiped her eyes and wrapped her hijab on her head.