

Instead of reacting to the first slammed door, she checked her own cues: tight chest, fast breathing.
She took 30 seconds in the hallway to breathe slowly and soften her posture before approaching Leo.
“I’m here. Take your time. We don’t have to talk yet.”
She sat at the kitchen table and simply hummed softly—something that always grounded her.
Only after his shoulders dropped and his voice steadied did she gently guide him toward the next step.
“Let’s put your things down together and take a quick break.”


