"No, I'm not saying that you're crazy, Heather," Sam told her, sounding slightly tired. "I'm suggesting that you need someone to help you get through all of this. Someone professionally trained to help you get better. Because you're obviously not, no matter what you tell me. There's something wrong, Heather. You might not see it and you might not understand, but help is what you need."
He turned away from her, hand running through his hair. "I think it's best. And if you respect me and that child that you're carrying, you'll go."