Alan's POV :
The afternoon sun filters through the clinic windows, casting long shadows across the linoleum floor. I fidget in my hard plastic chair, my leg bouncing with nervous energy as I wait for my counseling session to end.
"Alan, you've made remarkable progress these past few weeks," Dr. Elara says, her voice warm and encouraging. "How are you feeling about your recovery?"
I force myself to stop fidgeting and meet her gaze.
"Better, I think. The cravings aren't as bad now."
It's true - the gnawing need that used to consume me has faded to a dull ache. But in its place, a different kind of yearning has taken root.
"That's wonderful to hear," Dr. Elara smiles. "And how are things going with Lynn? I know you mentioned wanting to rebuild that relationship."
At the mention of Ly
