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Chapter 18 — Too Comfortable

Author: Rovelt Vell
last update publish date: 2026-08-06 06:28:24

SKY’S POV

Somewhere in the last few weeks, therapy had stopped feeling like something scheduled and started feeling like something I looked forward to, which was a sentence I never thought I’d be able to say about anything involving the word therapy.

I noticed it Thursday, walking in without the usual weight I used to carry through that door. No bracing. No rehearsed short answers. Just a chair I’d sat in enough times that my body relaxed into it before my head caught up.

“You seem lighter
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