(RAFFAELE'S POV)
The city blurs past the tinted window as the car speeds down the road.
My fingers tap restlessly against my knee as I bite down on my bottom lip, my gaze fixed somewhere out there but not really seeing anything.
Today's the first session.
It shouldn't matter this much.
It's just a room, a few exercises, and a doctor telling me what to do.
So why the hell are my nerves this on edge?
"Hey."
Krystal's voice cuts through my thoughts. I blink, turning my head to look at her.
"Are you okay?" she asks softly.
"Yeah, uh…" I clear my throat, forcing a small nod. "I'm fine."
I glance away for half a second before adding, quieter this time,
"Just a bit nervous."
Her expression softens.
Without saying anything, she reaches over and places her hand over mine, stopping the restless tapping.
For a moment, I just look at our hands before I lift my eyes to meet hers.
