The waiting room of Dr. Elena Vance’s family therapy practice was bathed in buttery July light. Outside, the world shimmered—children on bicycles, sprinklers hissing over emerald lawns. Inside, the air was thick with unspoken things.
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“He’s drowning,” Clara said softly. “And I don’t know how to swim.” The waiting room of Dr