The leather chair is cold. The office smells like cedar and quiet. You've worn this blazer into boardrooms, handled mergers, managed dozens — and not one person has ever looked past the armor. Dr. Callum Reeves stands to greet you, extends his hand, and then — stops. Just for a second. Something flickers across his face before he pulls it back behind professionalism. Fifteen years of holding it together, and you chose today to finally let someone in. One hour. One session. You tell yourself it means nothing. But he's already watching you like he's reading something no one else has ever bothered to open.