After reading the girl's name and age on the file, Ariah asked as a strategy to get closer to her. Only then would she be able to find the solution to help her overcome her trauma.
"Don't you want to share with me?"
After that, the girl buried her face in her knees and ignored Ariah.
"Don't worry. It's fine if you don't want to tell me." Ariah smiled gently and looked at her with her head tilted. "But I have to call you by your name all the time. I see that your hair looks very good. Perhaps I can call you the long-haired girl?"
Her long hair was really smooth and straight, which was like the models in the TV advertisements.
Upon hearing that, the girl looked up at Ariah and said, "My friends also said that my hair looks very good."
It was a good thing that she took the initiative to talk to Ariah.
While nodding her head, Ariah responded, "That's right, your hair is very nice. It's time for us to film an advertisement."
The words made the girl smile. "My name is Dayna. The police said that you can help me. Is that true?"
The light in her eyes was especially bright, and Ariah was touched by her earnest wish. "I can help you, but ultimately it depends on whether you are willing to cooperate with me."
"Of course I will cooperate with you!" Dayna nodded quickly. Her eyes were red as fear flashed across her face. "Every night, I dream of that person who wanted to kill me, so I can't sleep. I'm afraid of meeting people. I like to hide in a closed space so that I can feel safe... Doctor, please help me. Help me drive the nightmares away from my mind, or else I might go crazy..."
As she started to sob, Ariah slowly walked over and tried to reach out her hand. Seeing that she didn't resist, she hugged her into her embrace and comforted her softly, "It's okay, I'll help you. You'll be alright..."
An hour later, Dayna's family came over to pick her up.
The assistant then came in with a cup of coffee and said, "Dr. Myers, thank you for your help."
While taking a sip of her coffee, she asked, "Is there another patient?" "No, you've been with Dayna for quite a long time, so the other patient has been taken over by Dr. Davidsons."
"OK."
"Dr. Myers, can Dayna be cured? I think her body language seems to be more serious than other patients'. Also, she would not look straight into people's eyes. Her whole body is always tense. I feel she has not walked out of the shadow. If this continues, it will impact her psychological development."
With a faint smile, Ariah replied, "Your observation is pretty good."
"Haha." The assistant smiled in embarrassment. "I have been with you for so many years, so I can definitely detect some simple symptoms."
"You do have a talent for this. If you really want to become a psychologist, I can recommend a good teacher for you."
Surprised, she asked, "Wow, really?"
"Why would I lie to you?"
Just then, the phone on the table rang. Ariah glanced at it, and her assistant noticed the dazed expression on her face and immediately left the room, "Alright, I won't disturb you now. Call me if you need anything."
After that, she slipped away.
If she was not mistaken, the caller ID on Dr. Myers's cell phone screen was... her former husband.
She knew about Dr. Myers' marriage. Allegedly, her husband was a policeman, and they had been planning to get a divorce in these two years.
Looking at the ringing phone, she slowly picked it up and uttered, "Hello."
Jimmy didn't expect him to answer the phone, so he paused for a while before he inquired, "Have you had lunch?"
"Why did you call me?"
"Hey, what's wrong with you?"
Ariah's current mood was indeed a little bad. After a few hours of pent-up mood, she simply vented all of her feelings on this man. "Did some criminal cases happen in Beachmarsh City recently? As a police officer, can you ask your colleagues to do something? Can you catch all those damn criminals and put them behind bars?"
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