She's not doing well. So she decides to go see a therapist. She tells him all about her problems, her fears, some very intimate details. He doesn't say a word, but he knows how to listen. She feels she can trust him. What she doesn't know is that he is not a shrink but a tax adviser. She mistakingly knocked at the wrong door. He realized it, but it was too late. She seemed so lost that he didn't have the heart to tell her. They've already made another appointement. She finally finds out. She admonishes him for listening to her most intimate secrets with such voyeuristic indiscretion.
Still she comes back. Again. And again. And now he will have to listen till the end, as she tells him the story of her life.
He was not prepared to take on this "chance therapy ." He seeks advice from his neighbor, the actual therapist. And soon begins more therapy.
Session after session, the lost woman and the tax adviser will learn to free themselves and grow up. They will end up changing their lives. Both of them.