Rebirth In Divorce: My New Mr. Perfect
“Please lie down, take a deep breath, and focus on this watch. Follow it with your eyes.”
His voice was calm, slow, and rhythmic—each word sinking into her tired mind like a quiet tide.
Vivian’s eyelids grew heavy. The world blurred and folded into darkness. In that darkness, she once again stepped into the forest she feared most.
Hypnotherapy wasn’t unusual in trauma recovery. By the time she opened her eyes again, morning sunlight was spilling through the curtains.
For the first time in weeks, she had slept soundly. Her body felt light. She stretched, glanced at the clock, and realized she had slept ten full hours.