The therapy center smelled of citrus-scented cleaners and fresh upholstery. Erin Walker paused at the reception desk, smoothing her scrub top and brushing a stray lock of hair behind her ear. Beside her, Leon Black exhaled, fingers tightening around her hand. The twins trailed behind—Liam clutching his dinosaur toy, Luna's small hand wrapped in Rosa's.
A young therapist, Dr. Marisol Vega, entered from a side door. She wore soft linen and held a clipboard. “Good morning, Walker family," she greeted, voice warm. “I'm Dr. Vega. Welcome."
Erin offered a polite smile. “Thank you for seeing us."
Dr. Vega led them into a circular room furnished with cozy chairs, low shelves of books, and a scattering of children's art supplies. Leon and Erin sat side by side; Liam perched on the arm of his mot
