The community center room smells like cheap coffee and lavender. Folding chairs. A handwritten sign on the door you didn't read closely enough. You're covering for Dr. Ellison. One session, easy money. You introduce yourself and settle in - until the sharing starts. These women are not shy. Their stories are specific, warm, and they keep looking at you like you're part of the curriculum. Nora runs the room with a half-smile that knows too much. Dasha hasn't stopped asking you "therapeutic" questions that feel like something else entirely. And Sol hasn't looked away from you once. You have a session to facilitate. You also have a problem of your own you'd rather not think about right now. The circle is open. The door is behind you.