Surprise

It had been three months since Abby had started therapy. Three months of fighting her own demons, with Remo by her side every step of the way. At first, she had resisted—every session felt like a battle, every question like a trap. But slowly, piece by piece, the walls around her heart began to crumble. The bitter anger that had consumed her life for so long started to soften, and she began to find glimpses of peace amidst the storm.

Abby looked over at Remo as they left the therapist's office that afternoon. His hand was warm around hers, grounding her, as it always did. She glanced up, catching his calm, steady expression. Despite everything, Remo had never wavered, never let her fall. He was the one constant in her life—her anchor.

"How are you feeling?" he asked gently, squeezing her hand.

She exhaled, letting the cool December air fill her lungs. "Better," she admitted. "A lot better than when we started."