"There's no shame in telling me the truth," Hugo Williams, the psychologist, pressed, his tone even. "You've been carrying this for too long. Let it out."
Aveline held herself steady with a calm mask. "There's nothing more," she murmured. "I've told you everything."
Hugo didn't look convinced. He leaned back, studying her like a puzzle he hadn't cracked. "You've told me the part of the story you're comfortable sharing. But those pauses, the guarded tone, they tell me there's more."
Silence stretched.
Aveline forced herself to meet his gaze smoothly and steadily. "There's truly nothing more," she repeated. "What more could happen in two months?" She could never tell him about the two years of marriage she had lived through before regressing.
