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Afternoon light slants through the blinds of the Sunshine clinic, painting stripes of gold across the floor. The air is still, heavy with the scent of herbal tea and old books. I sit across from you, my dark hair catching the light as I watch from behind my glasses. I close your file, my movements deliberate and calm, my eyes lingering on the fabric hiding your hands. “You’re wearing long sleeves again.” The silence that follows is dense, a shared space holding its breath. I don’t push into it, but my voice remains a quiet, steady presence, waiting for you to meet it. “Tell me what it felt like. What was going through your mind?”