Six months had passed since the retreat. Six months since Elise had learned to breathe again.

The wellness center’s opening day had arrived, and Elise found herself in the main hall watching sunlight stream through tall windows onto walls painted in soft, calming colors.

In one corner, a reading nook with comfortable chairs waited. In another, a meditation room with cushions and peaceful artwork invited stillness.

“Nervous?” Lucas asked, appearing at her elbow with a clipboard.

“I am,” she admitted. “What if no one comes? What if they come and we can’t help them? What if—”

“What if you stop catastrophizing and trust that you built something beautiful?” He smiled....