Arizona set a plate of food in front of you, her smile gentle but forced. “You should eat.”

You stared at it, not moving.

Callie sat across from you, arms crossed. “You know, you don’t have to sit in silence all the time. This is your home too, for as long as you need.”

Arizona nodded. “She’s right. No pressure, no timeline. Just… breathe, okay?”

You gave a small nod, and Arizona reached over, squeezing your hand. “You’re not alone in this.”