Therapy had become routine.
Every Friday at 10:00 AM, Nick sat on Dr. Chen's couch. He talked about his week — the small victories, the quiet struggles, the moments when he felt like he was making progress and the moments when he felt like he was standing still.
But this Friday was different.
This Friday, something cracked open.
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Nick arrived early.
Dr. Chen was at her desk, reviewing notes. She looked up when he walked in.
"You're early," she said.
"The traffic was light."
"You've never been early before."
Nick sat on the couch. He didn't recline. He sat on the edge, his hands clasped between his knees, his back straight.
"I've been thinking," he said.
"About what?"
"About the basement. About Emma. About who I am now."
Dr. Chen set down her pen. "Tell me."
Nick stared at
