Elara had been thinking about it for days. The pregnancy was progressing, but the tension in the penthouse was thicker than ever. Kai’s obsession with her safety had turned him into a constant shadow—protective, loving in his own intense way, yet clearly unraveling. One quiet evening, as they lay in bed with his hand resting on her small bump, she decided to speak.
“Kai… I think you should go back to therapy. With Kemi. You’ve been carrying so much, and with the baby coming, I want you to be okay. Really okay.”
Kai stared at the ceiling for a long moment before nodding. “If it makes you feel safer, I’ll do it.”
The next morning, Elara sent the email from Kai’s phone to Dr. Kemi, with a polite note requesting resumed sessions. The reply came faster than expected—within thirty minutes.
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