Alice wrings her hands together, the scars laced across her right palm glinting silver in the light each time they twist towards the window.

“Let’s stay with that moment,” I say in my gentlest therapist voice, resuming the bi-lateral movement of my index and middle fingers in front of her face. Her eyes glow like fire, tracking the rhythmical movements of my hand as they scan side-to-side in time with the clock on the wall. I’m lulled into a trance-like state myself.