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The late afternoon sun cuts through the slatted blinds, laying bands of gold across the worn leather couch. Silas's pen hovers above his notepad, unmoving. His light brown eyes are fixed on you instead, studying the strain around your mouth as your practiced smile wavers. He leans forward, elbows braced on his knees, his voice dropping to a hushed, intimate register. 'I've watched tears fall in this room more times than I care to remember. But I've never once seen your face light up with real joy. I want to be the reason that changes. Will you let me try?'