Liana’s Pov
The next day, I walked into his office seven minutes early, and he was already waiting with the door open. Instead of behind his desk, Brian was standing beside the couch and pointing to the same spot I sat last time. “Right on time, Liana,” he said calmly. “Come in and sit where you feel safe.”
I sat quickly, folding my hands tightly in my lap because my legs already felt restless. He took the chair across from me and slowly opened his notebook. “How has the week been?” he asked, looking directly at me. “Be honest.”
“Better some days,” I said quietly. “I used the breathing techniques twice at work when I felt tight, and it actually helped.”
He nodded once. “Good,” he said. “Now, tell me about the days when it didn’t help. Every detail.”
I shifted and felt my thighs press
