POV: Lewis | Location: New York
The chair was deliberately uncomfortable.
Lewis noticed that immediately. No couch, no ambient music, no soft lighting designed to make him feel safe. Just two metal chairs, a desk, and a woman who looked at him like she could read his bank statements and find them boring.
Dr. Walsh was in her fifties. Gray hair. No wedding ring.
Eyes that had heard everything before.
"Why are you here?" she asked.
"To get my wife back."
"Wrong answer."
Lewis blinked. "Excuse me?"
"You're not here to get your wife back." Dr. Walsh set down her pen. "You're here because you destroyed your marriage and you don't know how to live with that. Try again."
"I failed her."
"Closer. Keep going."
"I made her invisible." The words came out flat. Factual. Like he was reading
