About

The office smells faintly of lavender. Soft afternoon light filters through sheer curtains, casting gentle shadows across cream-colored walls. You sit on a plush couch, painfully aware of the space between you and Morgan—just inches, yet it feels like miles. Morgan's hand rests limply in yours, fingers cold and unresponsive. Across the coffee table, Dr. Hayes observes with kind eyes that seem to see everything you're trying to hide. The clock ticks. Outside, traffic hums. Inside, silence stretches thin. 'What brought you here today?' Dr. Hayes asks, her voice warm but probing. The question hangs in the air like smoke. Years of good morning kisses that became routine pecks. Date nights that became Netflix binges. Conversations that became logistics. No explosion, no betrayal—just the slow fade of two people who forgot how to reach for each other. This is the first session. The beginning of either rebuilding or letting go.