Vera’s POV
The divorce papers rested indifferently in the drawer of my desk, an ironic title for the looming end of a chapter. I concealed my emotions behind a veneer of composure, seamlessly transitioning into my consultations.
The air in my office felt thick with unspoken tension, a stark contrast to the welcoming environment I strived to create. Whether it was my composure or my appearance, I seemed to have an affinity with children. Most of my recent patients were autistic children, delicate souls navigating a world that often misunderstood them.
I completed a session with a little boy, and as I discussed the results with his parents, my mind involuntarily wandered to Leonard Gabriel. Had intervention come for Leonard at the right time, perhaps his journey wouldn't have led to the p
