75 Dr. Moore (1/2)

”I don't mind at all.” Dr. Moore stated. ”It's nice to see a foster parent involved. And it looks like you already have an understanding of Jake.”

Mr. Atkins laughed awkwardly and ran a hand through his hair. ”My wife and son know better. I only know slight clues from them.”

”So you're not as close as they are?”

”I wouldn't say that.” Mr. Atkins sighed. ”Jake isn't close to my wife, but he's spoken in front of her this past weekend. He's really attached to my youngest son, Noah. They're the same age. Share a room. Similar classes. And play baseball with my other sons.”

Dr. Moore looked at me. ”Does Mary make you feel anxious?”

I shrugged. Not her in particular. But mom's in general.

Dr. Moore went back to Mr. Atkins. ”How does Jake communicate with you and your family normally?”

Mr. Atkins scratched his stubble. ”It's more Noah speaking for him than anything. He moves his head a lot. And can be very expressive with his face and eyes.”

”So you're close to Noah?” Dr. Moore asked. I nodded. ”That's a good start. Having someone there for you can give you a sense of comfort. Have you spoken directly to Noah?”

I nodded slower. Maybe not in a clear manner, but I've spoken to him so that should count.

”Jake has said a few words around all of us this past week.” Mr. Atkins interjected.

Dr. Moore took some more notes. ”Now that I have an idea of where the current you is, do you mind if I ask more about your past? Say for example, your mother?”

I tensed up.

”She abused you with her own hands correct?”