Brian’s Pov
I had a referral letter already printed and folded carefully in my pocket when she walked in.
Liana closed the door softly behind her and sat down on the couch without waiting for me to invite her. Her eyes stayed red, like she had cried the whole drive over. I remained standing because sitting felt too close today.
“Liana,” I started calmly as I pulled the letter from my pocket. “We need to talk about something important before we begin anything else.”
She looked at the paper in my hand and her face went white instantly. “What is that?” she asked quietly, her voice trembling.
“I can’t be your therapist anymore,” I said steadily, holding the letter out. “I’m referring you to Dr Patel. She’s excellent and has openings starting next week, I’ve already spoken to her.”
She st
