Three months later, I no longer flinched when a hand reached for me in the dark.I still remembered how my body tightened at small noises, how a shadow could pull me back into that night. But most mornings now, I woke and the first thought was not the fall. It was a breath…steady, slow and the feeling that I belonged somewhere that wanted me.Dr. Sarah Chen said that was progress.***“Close your eyes,” she said, her voice a calm tether in the quiet study the Hartmans had turned into my therapy room. “Breathe in… count to four. Out… count to six.”I obeyed. My lungs burned, but in a good way. Breathing hurt less these days.“What do you see?” she asked.“Light,” I said after a while. “It’s dim, but it’s there.”“Good,” Sarah replied softly. “You’re getting there, Eve.”Her words always came with warmth, like sunlight seeping through clouds. Sarah had been my best friend in college, and now, somehow, she was also my therapist. She had short, black hair that curled at the ends and kind
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