Sam
I arrive at the shop two hours before the meeting starts.
The space is already set up—chairs in a circle, water bottles on the table, the overhead lights dimmed just enough to feel less institutional. Knox helped me arrange everything yesterday, but I walk the circle anyway, adjusting chairs that don't need adjusting.
It's become a ritual. This quiet time before everyone arrives.
I sit in one of the chairs and close my eyes, letting myself breathe.
Tonight feels different. I can't explain why, but there's something in the air—anticipation, maybe. Or readiness.
The girls have been coming for weeks now. Some every time, some sporadically. But they keep showing up. And every week, we go a little deeper.
Tonight, I think we're ready to go deeper still.
Jenna arrives first, like alw
