Dear T,
I hope you're OK. I know I likely watch too many crime dramas, though really, the one that popped into my head this time was a particular Grey's Anatomy episode. The guy in the waiting room was likely totally innocent and literally did just start working there. Or maybe just a homeless guy, hoping for a place to sleep. Or he just thought maybe someone back there had money he could steal. But I'm worried about the safety of you and the other clinicians (if anyone else was even there). I just wish that fear had hit me immediately so maybe I could have texted you before your next client.

I hope you respond about it soon, that you see it before he could potentially try to come in. I hope you're OK (and anyone else working today is, like R, though I didn't pay attention to whether she was there). And that you don't think it was some sort of twisted way of trying to reach out to you again before the holiday. I mean, if I wanted to do that, I'd probably wait till later, then email and say the roads were bad and that I hoped you got home OK or something. Or I'd talk about still being anxious re: tomorrow.


Love,
LT