Evan sat in the therapist's office, his presence a palpable mix of guarded skepticism and quiet resignation. Tall and lean with an unruly mop of dark hair, he exuded an air of intensity that seemed at odds with the serene surroundings of the therapy room. His reputation preceded him—a walking red flag, they said, burdened by a past that left its scars not just on him, but on those who dared to get close. Yet here he was, reluctantly seeking solace and understanding from the therapist.