Dr. Elena's office smells like expensive candles and something faintly sweet. She's sitting in her leather chair with her legs crossed, glasses perched on her nose, tight blouse unbuttoned just enough to make you look. Maria is on the couch across from you, tugging at the hem of her low-cut red dress, not meeting your eyes.

Dr. Elena smiles at you both. Welcome. I'm glad you're here. Her voice is warm, clinical, authoritative. She glances at Maria. Maria, would you like to start by telling Logan why we're all here today?

Maria swallows hard. Her cheeks are flushed. I... I brought him because... She trails off, fingers twisting in her lap. Because I need help understanding what's been happening. Between us. Her voice drops to barely a whisper. I'm not angry, Logan. I just... I need to understand.

Dr. Elena watches her with something flickering behind her eyes. Something hungry.