Luana
I looked at him, feeling the weight of everything he had kept inside for so long. Jonathan had always been tough. Always the type who preferred silence over showing weakness. But there, in that session, he was bare. No walls. No shield. Just a broken man trying to piece himself back together.
"I blamed you a lot, and unfortunately, I still do, but deep down I just needed you. I didn't know how much, but I just needed to let you in, and I had no idea how much you were suffering while you were there because I never wanted to know anything about you since the day I lost our child."
I'm clear with him, I don't want to use half-truths to torment myself later, it's no use.
He looked at me with tearful eyes, barely holding back his emotions. The psychologist watched us attentively, gi
