The moment they stepped into the building, Emily understood why Callan preferred coming there late.
The place was quiet. Almost empty.
The reception area was softly lit and peaceful. No reporters. No curious strangers. No one whispering behind their backs.
Just silence.
For once, Callan looked like an ordinary man.
A nervous ordinary man.
Emily noticed the slight tension in his shoulders as they walked towards the elevator.
"Do you always look this serious before therapy?" she asked lightly.
Callan glanced at her. "No."
Emily raised an eyebrow. "So, what's wrong?"
"You're here."
She laughed.
He didn't.
That made her look at him more carefully. "You're nervous because I'm here."
Callan sighed. "A little. I thought this would be a good idea. But what if it isn't? What if we say things that end up hurting each other?"
Emily squeezed his hand. "It's a good idea, Cal. We'll be fine. Better we say those things in front of a therapist than keep them in our heads."
