Lilith remembers her son is sitting next to her listening to her say she wants to be

As Lilith sits on the couch and feels her chest loosen, she puts her hands to the side to let out a breath she didn’t realize she was holding. Her right hand landed on a pair of jeans and her eyes widened as she realized she’s touching her son’s leg. Her son. John. Who is sitting next to her. Listening to his mother confess that she has sexual fantasies about being **** and sexually abused.

Lilith felt her stomach twist into a pretzel as her brain started screaming internally at the top of her lungs. She had to resist the urge to cry as she realized what has just happened.

Dr Valentine giggled at Lilith’s internal mental breakdown. “It’s perfectly okay Lilith, this is a safe space. There’s no judgement whatsoever.”

“Yeah. Sure. Okay.” Lilith looked at the floor. Her face so red she looked like she was wearing face paint. “I just……I forgot for a second that…” Lilith tries to explain through her embarrassment and horror but her ability to speak is refusing to cooperate

Dr Valentine smirks. “I think that I have a solution.”

“R-really? What kind of solution?” Lilith asks with desperation in her voice to escape this situation.

“We can start having sessions with the two of us together much like John. So we can discuss things you don’t want to discuss infront of him in the future”