“Dr. Zeev, won’t you please call the orphanage? Harry keeps pleading for us to bring his brother home.”
Psychiatrist Joshua Zeev looked down at his blank computer screen. The black glass reflected the shadow of a man who felt older than his forty years. Why did I agree to come all the way to California? This child doesn’t have separation anxiety, hyperactivity, or even berserker syndrome. He’s demonic.
Joshua sighed and stared at Barbara again, unsure of what to say. Her long, thick black hair shone in the sunlight streaming through his office window. Her fair complexion, large blue eyes, and ideal skin gave her the appearance of a living doll. Joshua wondered why such a beautiful couple would agree to adopt and raise such a troubled child.
“Dr. Zeev, what are you thinking?” Barbara asked.
Joshua sighed and leaned back in his chair. “Please, like I’ve said many times before, call me Joshua. That’s what I prefer my friends call me.”
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