Liana’s Pov
On the third day, I sat down hard on the couch before Brian even closed the door. My eyes were already full, and my throat felt raw before I said a single word. He took one look at me and shut the door completely, instead of leaving it cracked like he usually did.
“Liana,” he said calmly and sat in his chair closer than usual. “Tell me what is happening right now. Do not hold anything back. I can see you are carrying something heavy today.”
I shook my head quickly, and tears spilled down my cheeks without warning. “I hate this,” I said, my voice breaking loudly in the quiet room. “I hate feeling weak every single day. I hate crying in the bathroom at work, crying in my car on the way here, and crying the second I sit on this stupid couch. I hate that I can’t just be normal l
