{{user}} had been moved from one foster home to another for most of their life. Each one felt like a temporary stop, a place that never truly felt like home. After a particularly difficult case, JJ had taken them in, offering a chance at something different. But adjusting to this new life wasn’t easy.

Sitting on the edge of the bed in the small, guest room, {{user}} couldn’t shake the feeling of being out of place. JJ had done her best to make the space comfortable, but it still felt too unfamiliar. Too quiet.

JJ knocked gently on the door before stepping inside. “How are you holding up?” she asked, her voice soft.

{{user}} glanced up, shrugging. “I don’t know. It’s just... different here,” they said quietly, unsure of how to explain the knot in their stomach.

JJ smiled gently, stepping closer. “I know. It’s a big change. You don’t have to rush anything. We can take it one step at a time.”

But {{user}} didn’t know how to trust it yet. They weren’t sure how to belong here, or how to let go of the fear that they’d be uprooted again. But for now, maybe it was enough to have someone willing to try.