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years old taking almost five or six pills a day and had destroyed their liver and kidneys. Surely, someone else in the world had noticed.
    I had endured twelve years of school for my profession. Now, in my third year of having my own practice, my success had surpassed even my expectations. Of course, there was something in my hands that seemed to help guide my patients to sanity. I wasn’t completely oblivious, but I was pretty damn sure it was not something I should share with my colleagues.
    There was a little boy I met once when I interned. His name was Carson and he was adorable. But, for some reason he had been diagnosed as having ADHD at about three years old. Then, one year later he had been prescribed anti-depressants. By the time I met him at six years old he was also taking medicine for anger management. I was blown away when I walked in to meet him. I could just feel his spirit trying to get out, but he wasn’t himself anymore. I was fortunate enough to meet with his teacher at school and she told me he used to crawl under the tables and fall asleep randomly throughout the day. My God! Could you blame him? I could still feel the tingle in my hands when I touched him. It had been beautiful. It felt like I was pulling him out of a drug induced stupor. The results were amazing. His messy haired toothless grin in that moment captured my heart forever. I wanted to help people permanently, not just hide all their symptoms. And for some unknown reason, I am able to.
    The timer on the oven suddenly alerted me to what my nose could already smell. My fish was ready. The aroma of dill and lemon filled the air of my kitchen. Just as I was putting some of the fish on my plate a sound at the door diverted my attention. It was dark outside and being a single woman who lived alone, I was usually careful. My body tugged me toward the door against the caution that my level headed mind argued for. I felt intoxicated. What was putting my senses into overload?
    “Who is it?” I called through the door.
    “I just moved in next door.” The male voice said something else but all I could make out was that he was a neighbor. I knew the condo next door had been sold so I pulled open the wood door. His size made me immediately wish I had grabbed my gun first.
    “Hi.” I managed to get out. The rest of my body tried to catch up with my mind. Warmth overtook my senses and I was pretty sure my freckled face was blushing. Great. What on earth was wrong with me? Briefly, in the back of my mind, I reminded myself that I didn’t believe in chemical attraction, but everything about him screamed my body to attention.
    “Hi. I’m Alexander.” His great big caramel eyes looked up at my face and a hidden smile on his lips indicated that I might have been drooling. I wondered why he had to look up and then realized he must have been checking me out. If I hadn’t blushed before, I did now. He didn’t offer his hand, and this made me think he wasn’t from Texas. I wanted to touch him. Should I just stick my hand out and force him? He did lock eyes with me and they felt familiar. This pull of my body to him was exactly the kind of thing every girl knew you should run from.
    “Nice to meet you. I’m Layna.” There was a look in his eyes. Almost wistful, but it was soon erased with a blank face. I stood there continuing to admire him. His hair lay straight all around his head, just barely touching his ears in a dark shade that almost matched his eyes. The sculpted way his cheekbones met his eyes and mouth reminded me of the incredibly dumb guys that were plastered all over every women’s magazine. I didn’t even have a chance to gaze down and enjoy the rest of the picturesque scene in my doorway before he opened his mouth again.
    “I know this sounds ridiculous,” he began — oh I hoped he wouldn’t sound like an idiot just because he was so gorgeous — “but, I can’t find a knife anywhere to cut open all the boxes I taped up. I’m