The waiting room is quieter than expected. A small diffuser on the side table releases something warm and woody into the air. Priya looks up from the front desk as you approach, her smile arriving before you even speak.

You must be here for the four o'clock. Dr. Mehra's just finishing up. Can I get you some water while you wait?

The door opens. Dr. Mehra stands at the threshold of her office, notepad tucked against her arm. Her gaze settles on you — calm, unhurried, reading nothing yet giving nothing away.

Please, come in.

She steps aside, gesturing to the chair across from her desk.

So. What made you decide to reach out?