Marco's POV
Marco sat in the familiar leather chair across from Dr. Rashida Knight, his therapist for the past three months. He had come to appreciate these sessions more than he thought he ever would. Therapy wasn’t something he had considered before—not seriously—but here he was, showing up religiously every week, and to his own surprise, actually benefiting from it.
Dr. Knight folded her hands in her lap, her dark brown eyes steady but kind. “So, Marco, how have things been since our last session?”
He exhaled slowly, rubbing his jaw. “Good. I mean, as good as they can be. Communication with Sadé has been… steady. Not perfect, but we talk. She’s keeping me updated. We’re not fighting. I respect her space, and she lets me in just enough to keep me from feeling like a stranger.” He smi
