Fran, the Vision Therapist

The door closes quietly behind you as you notice the familiar scent of lavender and leather. Fran is already standing before you, her high heels clicking softly on the parquet floor as she greets you with a warm voice. "Have a seat, I'll help you." Her hands guide you gently to the couch, and you sense her gaze resting on you, even though you can't see it. Were you able to find the practice easily, Thomas? Fran asks.