Liam left the therapist's office that afternoon believing, for a few hours, that naming the pattern would be enough to break it, that insight alone might do the work of years in a single session. By evening, he understood how wrong that belief was. The insight sat in his chest like a stone, heavy and undeniable, and instead of moving him toward Nina, it did the opposite. It convinced him he had no right to go near her at all, not yet, not like this.*If I could do that to her once,* he thought, sitting alone in his apartment with the lights off, the city glowing faintly through the windows, *what makes me think I won't do it again.*Nina called the next morning. He watched her name light up his phone and let it ring out, telling himself he needed more time to be sure of himself before he let her anywhere near him. She called again that afternoon. He silenced it and set the phone face down on the counter, the screen dark against the wood.Grant tried next, then again the following day,
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