“Audrey?”
 He dropped his keys on the table near the front door and his briefcase on the floor, the exhaustion of the day coursing through him as he wandered into the two-storey colonial on Ogden Court.
 “Corinne?”
 The silence in the house was unnerving him already and he felt a spark of worry as he made his way back into the kitchen.
 No one was home, but there was a note on the counter from Corinne.
 “Gone to the store. Forgot some things for dinner. Aud is with me. C.”
 He relaxed slightly, opening the fridge for a beer which he cracked open and swung back with gusto.
 I live one day to the next wondering what else is going to blow up in my face, he thought, the conversation with Dr. Cruthers still ringing in his ears.
 “What?” Aiden had choked. “Electro-shock? In this day and age?”
 Dr. Cruthers cleared his throat.
 “Admittedly, we don’t use it as frequently as we used to,” he replied. “But I think in your sister’s case, it is warranted.”
 “There must be other options!” Aiden cried before he could think of anything else to say. Obviously, his sister’s doctor would not have mentioned such a drastic measure if there was any other way.
 “I don’t expect you to make any decisions now, of course. Perhaps you should come to Catonsville, so we can discuss this in person.”
 “I’ll be there this weekend,” Aiden vowed.
 I have to go see Sarah this weekend and tell her that the doctors want to deep fry part of her brain because she keeps speaking the truth. I wonder how she’ll react to that. Fuck.
 Insurmountable guilt and grief washed over him as he realized what life in the Van Hoyt house had done to his precious sister. Sarah came by most of her mental issues naturally, but the belief that her brothers had superpowers…well, that one was kind of – real.
 Maybe if I hadn’t left her there, if I had taken her with me when I left, if I had -
 “Dad?”
 He set the bottle of beer on the counter and turned as the housekeeper and his daughter walked into the kitchen.
 “Sorry we missed you, Mr. Van Hoyt,” Corinne said, hurriedly dropping two brown bags on the island. “I was hoping to be back before you arrived.”
 “Dad,” Audrey said. “There’s a – “
 She didn’t need to finish her sentence.
 A sultry brunette appeared in the hallway at the entrance to the open-concept kitchen, her hazel eyes studying the scene with too much interest.
 “Who is this?” Aiden asked, his tone half-puzzled, half-suspicious. But he couldn’t deny that he was checking out her stunningly perfect frame simultaneously. He had never seen a woman who was so beautiful in his life.
 “No idea,” Audrey announced candidly, like a typical eight-year-old. “She was just pulling in when we got here.”
 Aiden’s back tensed.
 “And you just let her to walk into the house?” he asked his daughter from behind a phony smile.
 “I’m sorry, Mr. Van Hoyt,” the curvy beauty said quickly, extending her hand as she walked forward to introduce herself. “I am Dr. Sage Pierce.”
 Aiden’s heart leapt into his throat and he glanced at his daughter.
 “Are you here about Aunt Sarah?” Audrey asked as if echoing Aiden’s thoughts. The smile seemed to freeze on the doctor’s face and she shook her head quickly.
 “Ah, no,” she replied hesitatingly. “I am actually here to speak with your dad, Audrey. Mr. Van Hoyt? It will only take a minute of your time.”
 Every sense in Aiden’s body was going haywire as he nodded curtly, extending his hand to show her the way to his study.
 She knows my name and she knows Audrey’s. Who sent her here if this isn’t to do with Sarah? Is it about Xander?
 Aiden had had enough family matters for one day. He just wanted to finish his beer and go to bed, forgetting about whatever horrors daylight would bring.
 “I just want to apologize for coming here unannounced,” Dr. Pierce said, folding her hands at the knuckle as she gazed at the floor. “You actually live remarkably close by.”
 He fell into the chair behind his desk as she continued to stand, and Aiden was free to examine her entirely.
 Her hair was a shiny mass of waves, chestnut with auburn lowlights, falling in waterfall layers to her clavicles.
 Even from behind her thin, wire-rimmed glasses, intelligent hazel eyes stared back and again, he was consumed with the feeling he was being sized up.
 It was hard for him not to take in the impossibly full D-cup chest that pressed up against her stylish V-neck sweater, a pair of tailored navy pants accenting a lightly flared waist and a flat stomach.
 She’s the sexiest damn doctor I’ve ever seen, Aiden thought to himself.
 She stood, wringing her hands nervously as Aiden tried to figure out what she was doing there.
 I’m making her nervous, he realized, the understanding almost laughable. Sure, he was a big guy; over 6’2” of broad muscle, but she was the doctor. She had all the power here, right?
 What on earth could she be nervous about?
 “It’s no bother but I have to be frank – I have no idea why you’re here,” he told her candidly.
 Not that I mind when a sexy doctor appears on my doorstep though...
 “This is a delicate subject, Mr. Van Hoyt and – “
 “Aiden,” he interrupted. “And please sit down. I’ve had a very long day and I need to take a load off.”
 She smiled tightly and edged to an antique armchair.
 “Can I get you a drink?” he asked before she continued, but she shook her head.
 “I really can’t stay,” she said quickly. “And this is business.”
 There was something in her tone which struck him as brusque. Aiden nodded slowly and waited.
 “By all means,” he said. “Don’t let me keep you a minute longer than necessary.”
 Even though you entered my house at dinnertime. Don’t let me keep you, he thought dryly but he wasn’t really annoyed, more intrigued.
 She cleared her throat either to buy time or because she was feeling parched. Aiden could not be certain which exactly.
 “It has been brought to my attention that your daughter might benefit from some specialized counselling,” Dr. Pierce blurted out. Then she cringed, as if expecting an out-roar to follow her words.
 Aiden studied her face closely.
 “By whom?” he asked but he had a good idea suddenly why this stranger was sitting in his den, claiming to know about Audrey.
 She’s done a Google search about the Van Hoyts, and armed with Alice Bellajoy’s testimony, she thinks she has Audrey all figured out.
 “I don’t think it’s any secret that Audrey has had some incidents in school.”
 Bellajoy. I was right.
 “Are you from Child Protective Services?” Aiden asked, suddenly leaning forward, his eyes glittering with animosity.
 She seemed taken aback by the question.
 “No,” she answered, and he read no deception in her face. “I’m here on my own accord, Mr. Van Hoyt. I only want your permission to speak with Audrey. Our sessions will be completely confidential, but I think they will be beneficial to both her and you.”
 “And if I say no? Can I expect a visit from CPS then?” he snapped, his temper beginning to flare.
 It was too much for one day.
 “Mr. Van Hoyt,” she said softly, leaning forward to meet his steely gaze. “I have only one interest here; Audrey’s. You are a single man who was probably not ready to deal with the trials and tribulations of raising a daughter alone. I am offering you my services as an advocate for your daughter. There are no strings attached.”
 Aiden’s anger was increasing, along with a dozen other emotions that were flowing through him.
 Another dig at my parenting? Apparently, I can’t keep my family from going under without every busybody and their dog interfering. But if I refuse…
 She claimed CPS wouldn’t be at his door but who could say who else might come knocking.
 If I at least make it look like she’s talking to someone, it might buy me some time until I can sort Audrey and Sarah out.
 Aiden closed his eyes and took a deep breath.
 “Thank you,” he muttered. “I am sure that Audrey could use a woman to talk to. Since her mother died two years ago…”
 He didn’t finish his thought, a pang stabbing him in the heart as he thought of his deceased wife.
 Jesus Christ, Jamie, why did you have to die? I can’t do this alone. I should have known that there was no way my life would ever be ‘normal’.
 As if the thought had opened the floodgates, he was bombarded by images of him and Xander as babies and the strange men in black. The images were not clear, but they were powerful, and they were always present at the back of his mind. Like a memory, but not.
 And then there were flashes of Xander projecting into Charles, and Lisa trying to beat on Sarah. 
 And then there was the day of the snow storm in 1999 and the dead child frozen to death in the ice. The ice that he had created. 
 No, his life had never been normal – and it likely never would be.
 “If it’s a matter of money,” Dr. Pierce continued. “I am happy to meet with her pro bono – “
 “Does it look like I have a difficult time providing?” Aiden growled.
 Her lovely face paled at his tone.
 “Here is my card,” she said stiffly, dropping it on his desk as she rose. “Thank you for your time.”
 She turned to leave.
 “I’m sorry,” Aiden sighed. “It’s been a very long day.”
 Dr. Pierce half turned, her face only partially visible over her shoulder.
 “I’ve had a few of those myself,” she relented slightly, but Aiden could still hear the reservation in her voice.
 “I’ll call to make an appointment,” he told her, peering down at the card.
 Dr. Sage Pierce, PhD, C. Psych, Clinical Psychologist
 Aiden hurried to walk her out.
 “Thank you for coming,” he muttered with as much sincerity as he could muster, his eyes getting caught in her gaze. Something twisted inside him when he looked into her clear blues, as if a connection had just been made. He suddenly had the overwhelming urge to tuck the loose strand of hair that was falling over her cheek to just behind her delicate ear. And kiss her. What the hell? Where had that thought come from?
 She broke the contact first, clearing her throat nervously, as if she had felt the connection too. She spun around, heading onto the porch, then paused and turned back to him slowly. Aiden raised his eyes from her beautifully curved backside to meet her solemn stare.
 “I’m sorry about your wife,” she told him softly and Aiden realized she sounded surprised. 
 She hadn’t expected to find a grieving man trying to keep his shit together, he realized. Thanks to Xander, my name will always be linked to the kids who killed their parents. The Van Hoyts are the new Menendez’s.
 But as Dr. Pierce walked toward her black Lexus, Aiden realized that with a little bit of help, it didn’t have to be the same way for Audrey.
 “She’s a shrink?”
 Aiden looked down. He hadn’t realized his daughter had followed them out of the house.
 “Child psychologist,” he replied.
 “Same thing,” she sighed. “Do I have to?”
 “No,” Aiden replied quietly. “But I think it will make things better for everyone if you do.”
 Audrey was silent for a long moment.
 “And what if she finds out about me, dad?” she whispered.
 Aiden reached out and pulled her towards him, squeezing her to his side protectively but he didn’t answer right away.
 “Dad?”
 “Audrey, she’s just like everyone else. You cannot tell her anything. If you don’t tell her, she’ll never know our secrets.”
 Audrey released a long, shuddering breath and Aiden swallowed the lump in his throat.
 How he wished he had better advice to give his daughter than that, but he only knew to do what he had always done; hide the truth away.
 Hopefully it would work better for Audrey than it had for him and Xander.