~Reo’s~

“Just let me handle Blue’s breakfast today.”

Jennie’s voice is calm, almost soft, but something behind her tone makes Reo pause. He doesn’t argue. He just steps back, arms relaxed, and nods. She doesn’t look up as she pours oat milk into a pink sippy cup.

He watches her tuck a loose strand of hair behind her ear, eyes a little distant. She’s been quieter this week. Not cold. Just... faded around the edges. Like she’s holding her breath every second of the day.

When she finally glances at him, her mouth opens slowly.

“I’ve been thinking,” she says. “I want therapy. Like... real sessions. Not just journaling or...