Finding out it wasn't just one-on-one surprised me.
That time with Dr. Chen. We sat talking - really talking - about how I've been feeling lately. Choices came up, one after another, rolling out like old film. Quiet space, just us two, untangling things piece by piece.
I was wrong.
Finding my way to Dr. Chen's office on Wednesday afternoon, just as the clock struck three, I spotted Lucas already seated - Jayce beside him, quiet but present.
People sat on seats placed in a ring shape.
Staring anywhere but faces. Eyes darting elsewhere instead.
Inside now, Ms. Miller. Dr. Chen spoke gently - early fifties, warm gaze, firm posture. Take that chair.
A single chair sat without anyone in it. Not far from where Lucas stood, just beside Jayce.
Of course.
Down I stayed. Heavy, the quiet pressed in.
