"Where the senses fail us, reason must step in"- Galileo Galilei
"I can't get away from it now, I'm trapped," I said, pausing for a moment to carefully pick out my words. "And... I... I don't think I want to escape."
The psychologist took a moment of silence, shifting his glance from you to the paper on his desk. He lightly took a breath, as to not dishearten me, but I knew.
"Alex," he returned his gaze to me, "are you sure? You are an independent woman, and... even though your mother and I are very worried for you, you are entitled to do as you wish."
He paused, folding his hands in front on him on the desk, "But as soon as things turn... sour, we can not continue this."
"I understand," I say with as much seriousness as I can muster. I stand and grab my bag, heading for the door.
"Same time next week?" He asks, shifting in his chair behind me.
"Yeah," I say, twisting the doorknob and facing him, "and... thank you, for worrying about me, cousin."