Fiona POVThe car ride back from Dr. Linda’s office felt lighter than the one there. Maverick drove with one hand on the wheel, the other resting on my knee, a small, steady connection that grounded me. The city streets blurred past in the late-afternoon sun, shadows stretching long across the sidewalks. I leaned my head against the headrest, eyes half-closed, replaying the session in my mind. It hadn’t been easy, nothing about digging up old wounds ever was, but it felt like progress. Real progress. Maverick had opened up in ways I hadn’t expected, talking about the anger he’d carried for so long, how it had twisted into secrets that nearly destroyed us. And I’d listened, really listened, without the old defenses snapping into place.When we pulled into the driveway, Mom’s house looked warmer than usual, the front porch light already on, even though dusk was still an hour away. Maverick parked and came around to my side, opening the door with that quiet care he’d adopted since my
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