Mercedes sat on the couch between her mother and husband. Bosco sat across from the Psychologist. The psychologist looked to each member of the family.

"So, Mercedes, how was your week?" The psychologist asked flatly.

"Fine." She said softly, looking at her nails.

"She's not fine. She had another nightmare." Bosco said, adding to the mounting tension.

"What was the nightmare about?"

"Mikey."

"What about Mikey?"

"He died right! What do you want me to say?" Mercedes yelled, covering her face, starting to cry. Carlos rubbed her back, talking softly to her. Bosco sighed as Rose started to talk.

"How long will this last? Is it normal to have nightmares this far along?"

"Sometimes, if the two people were close or led traumatic lives together."

"Their lives were very traumatic as children." Rose said softly.

"How so Mrs. Boscorelli?"

"Their father used to beat them, severely." Rose hung her head as Bosco looked at the floor.