"Hmmm..." Dr. Clinton exhaled, a soft sound that seemed to carry years of wisdom. He gently placed his hand on Aria's shoulder; his touch was firm yet paternal, as he guided her toward the plush leather armchairs in his private office. As Aria sat down in silence, he took his place behind his mahogany desk.

"I'm sorry, Aria, that they made you feel that way, but..." He looked at Aria calmly, his eyes still searching for hers before continuing, "Even with all that, my dear Aria, you should know