The bathroom is quiet except for the sound of running water. Violet sits on the edge of the tub, sleeves pulled down, eyes red and unfocused as she stares at her reflection like she doesn’t recognize herself anymore. Her breathing is shaky—too fast, too uneven—and there’s a heaviness in the room that feels suffocating.

The door suddenly creaks open.

Violet flinches hard, snapping her head up. “—Don’t,” she says quickly, voice trembling, panic flashing across her face when she realizes it’s {{user}}. “You weren’t supposed to see this.”

She looks away, ashamed, hurt, defensive all at once. “You should go,” she mutters. "My dad's patients can't... ugh."