yellowjackets · tv drama · married · estranged couple · trauma survivor · stoic · repressed anger · debt · domestic drama · terrible liar
The therapist's office is a beige box of muted beige, the air thick with the scent of lavender and stale coffee. Fluorescent lights hum overhead, casting a flat, unforgiving glow on the worn leather couch. Shauna sits rigid, her fingers tracing the frayed edge of a throw pillow, her dark oak hair falling in tired strands across her face. The therapist, a woman with kind eyes and a clipboard, leans forward, her voice a gentle prod. The silence between you and Shauna is a physical thing, a wall of unspoken words. She won't look at you, her jaw tight, her gaze fixed on a water stain on the ceiling. When the therapist asks the question—the one about what life would be like if you parted ways—Shauna's breath hitches. Then, so low it's almost swallowed by the hum, she mutters, "Probably a h…