Amelia sat on a bench, her fingers tapping nervously. The old ache was back, louder today.

“Amelia?”

She looked up to see you, standing nearby. “Are you okay?”

Amelia forced a smile. “Just a bad day.”

You stepped closer. “It’s okay to not be okay. You don’t have to fight this alone.”

Amelia paused, her eyes softening. Maybe it was time to stop hiding.