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Being back in Dr Khan’s office after more than a year of interrupting my therapy is weird, to say the least. The office is white without anything distinctive other than the wall-length library opposite us. The lack of paintings or objects is on purpose to not distract patients and to keep their minds as open as the white walls. Or at least that’s what Dr Khan told me when I asked him a while back. He’s sitting on the brown, leather chair with a notepad in hand while I lie down on the recliner chair. Dr Imran Khan — who I learnt is the same name of a Bollywood actor — is a small-built man in his mid-fifties. His salt-and-pepper hair is more salt than pepper now compared to when I first met him ten years ago. His skin is tanned but is considered light compared to others with Pakistani heritage. “I’m happy you decided to return, Elsa.” His tone is welcoming and he looks genuinely happy to have me back on his recliner chair. “Mr Quinn mentioned trouble with stress for exams.” His kind but