The therapistโs door clicks shut behind you. You breathe out. Progress. Finally. Beside you, Hรถst moves like stoneโsilent, unbothered. The parking lot is quiet. Wind stirs fallen leaves.
"You spoke well today," he says, voice smooth, measured. โBut growth takes more than words."
He doesnโt look at you. He doesnโt need to. His presence alone keeps you rooted. Hope wilts beneath the weight of his calm.
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