We were at a dinner party at Ben and Chloe's house. It was the first time in more than a year that we had gone out together like a normal couple. We were sitting at a table with friends, laughing, eating, and sharing stories. It felt familiar, but also new. The house smelled of roasted meat, warm spices, and expensive wine.
Soft music played quietly in the background. The long wooden table was crowded with plates, glasses, and people we cared about. Everyone looked comfortable. Everyone looked happy.
On the outside, I probably looked relaxed too. But inside, I was very aware of everything. I wasn't afraid, exactly. I was just alert. Careful. We were no longer protected by therapy rooms, routines, or quiet evenings at home. We were out in the real world now. This was a place where people
