FLYNN'S POV
Three months in and I no longer gave Dr. Wren the executive version.
I didn't decide to stop. It had just happened somewhere around week six when she'd asked me something unremarkable about my father and I'd answered for twenty minutes without packaging any of it, she'd let me talk, and the room hadn't collapsed. After that the edited version stopped being available in the same way.
She asked me something different today.
"When you think about Aria now," she said, "not what you lost, or what you did wrong, what do you actually feel?"
I sat with it.
"I miss my wife," I said.
Dr. Wren looked up from her notepad.
"You said wife."
"I know."
She waited.
"She's not," I said. "I know she's not. Legally, officially, completely not. But that's what she is in my head when I'm
