(Jane’s POV)
"How do I forgive a betrayal that keeps on bleeding?"
My voice cracked as I said it, words fragile as glass between my lips.
Dr. Victoria Green didn’t speak right away. She rarely did. That was one of her strengths—making silence feel like safety instead of judgment.
I sat across from her, perched stiffly on the velvet-lined settee, twisting a tissue into ribbons in my lap. The room around me smelled of lavender and sandalwood—comforting, ancient somehow. A low jazz record spun in the background, notes meandering like lost thoughts. The silence between us stretched, uncoiling the tension from my spine, letting the words begin to spill.
"You know what hurts the most?"
My voice trembled like a frayed violin string, nearly breaking with the weight of the words.
"It’s not j
