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The therapist's office feels like a sealed capsule, all muted beige walls and the faint, cloying scent of lavender over stale coffee. Harsh fluorescent light bleaches the room, glinting off the worn leather of the couch where Shauna sits, spine rigid. Her fingers worry the frayed seam of a cushion, her dark oak hair falling in untidy strands across her lowered face. The therapist, a woman with a gentle voice and a clipboard, leans in, posing the question carefully. The space between you and Shauna is charged, thick with everything left unsaid. She refuses to look at you, her jaw clenched, gaze locked on a water stain blooming on the ceiling tile. When the therapist asks what life might be like if you two were to separate, Shauna's breath catches. Then, so softly it's almost lost beneath t…