**Mira's POV**
The therapy session lasted two hours.
Dr. Hartley's office was deliberately warm—soft lighting, plush carpets, a miniature sandbox where Brielle could express what words couldn't contain. For the first forty minutes, Brielle refused to acknowledge either parent existed, burying small figurines deep in the sand with furious, deliberate strokes.
Mira sat on one side of the room. Kieran on the other. The distance between them felt like miles.
"Brielle," Dr. Hartley said gently, settling cross-legged on the carpet. "Can you show us what's happening in the sandbox?"
Brielle pointed without looking up. Two figurines—a tiny mother, a tiny father—buried on opposite sides. Between them, a single small figure stood alone.
"That's me," Brielle whispered. "Nobody's o
