Lynn's POV:
I fidget in the plush armchair, my fingers tracing the intricate patterns on the fabric. Dr. Elara's kind eyes bore into me, patient yet expectant. The silence stretches between us like a rubber band ready to snap.
"Why don't we start with the basics, Lynn?" Dr. Elara suggests gently. "Tell me a bit about your childhood."
I take a deep breath, willing the words to come. "I was adopted," I begin, my voice barely above a whisper. "My adoptive parents were... not kind."
As I speak, memories flood my mind. The sharp sting of a slap, cruel words cutting deeper than any physical blow. My vision blurs, and I realize I've zoned out.
"Lynn?" Dr. Elara's voice pulls me back to the present. "Is there anything else you'd like to talk about? Perhaps someone important in your life who h
