Vivienne's POV Julian glanced briefly at the rearview mirror, his gaze softening. He didn’t say anything, but the silence felt full, not empty. I swallowed, holding back the emotions that suddenly rose. That simple picture house, beach, the three of us felt like a prayer drawn in crayon.I turned my gaze back to the window. Sunlight reflected off the surface of the sea in the distance, shimmering calmly. I remembered why I’d chosen to live near the beach: the sound of the waves that demanded nothing from me, only existed. But today, I realized that the presence of other people in this car gave me a different kind of strength.Julian slowed the car as we entered a busier area. His hands tightened on the steering wheel, then relaxed again. “If you feel dizzy or nauseous,” he said softly, almost in a whisper, “tell me.”I nodded. “Okay.”I didn’t know what would happen after the therapy later. I didn’t know how my body would react, or how long I could keep smi
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