TANISHAI finished the shower feeling like I’d just pressure-washed myself. There was a robe waiting for me, thick, white, folded just so on the edge of the marble bench, not tossed. The placement was intentional, in a way that said “put this on.” I wrapped myself in it and stepped back into the room.They were all still there. For half a deranged second, I’d hoped they’d vanish while I was in the bathroom. Nope, they didn’t. Sane faces, same calm professionalism, same unsettling readiness.“Please, have a seat,” one of them said, gesturing to the chair in front of the dresser.I sat. The mirror was enormous, framed in warm wood. It reflected a version of me that still looked like myself, damp hair, bare face, eyes alert in the way people get when they know they’re about to lose control of the situation.Then they started. It wasn’t frantic or invasive the way I’d expected. No chatter, no “trust me, you’re going to love this.” Just movement, purposeful movement. Two people worked at o
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