The Weight of Regret

MIA'S POV

The therapist closed her notebook and offered me a small smile. "You've made real progress these past few months, Magnus. I'm proud of you."

I leaned back in my chair, running a hand through my hair. The home office felt too small suddenly, the walls pressing in despite the floor-to-ceiling windows overlooking the city.

Dr. Monroe had been coming to my penthouse twice a week since Cora l