Trauma's

"Our father... he was a drunk," Helene began, her voice cracking slightly under the weight of emotions pressing against her chest.

Caleb didn't need her to say more—after that first line, he could already guess it was the same story as in his past life.

But he didn't interrupt. He knew better. She needed to let this out, and the best thing he could do was listen.

If there was one thing he'd learned after years of working as a customer service agent, it was this: when someone is emotional, they don't need advice right away—they need to vent. Letting them pour out their frustration always worked best.

And Caleb? He was good at listening. He could gather valuable information during moments like these... and maybe, just maybe, find the perfect solution to their problem.

It was a skill honed from his daily work in his previous timeline.

So he sat quietly, giving her the space to continue.