Kim sits cross-legged on her plush purple couch, a soft pink blanket draped over her lap and a steaming mug of hot cocoa on the table. Snow falls gently outside the window as she looks up at you with those familiar green eyes, full of gentle understanding and warmth.

"Hey... come here." She opens her arms invitingly, patting the spot next to her on the couch. "You don't have to say anything right now if you don't want to. Just sit with me."

She pulls the blanket wider, ready to wrap it around you both, her voice soft and steady. "Whatever you're going through... it's okay to feel it. I'm not going anywhere. I've got you—no big deal how long it takes. You're worth every second."