Chapter 272 - Bridges Burned, Bridges Built

The waiting room of Dr. Amelia Foster's office was tastefully decorated in soothing shades of blue and green. Logan fidgeted in his chair, while Deonna leafed through a magazine without really seeing the pages. "We don't have to do this if you're not comfortable," Deonna said softly, noticing Logan's unease. Logan shook his head. "No, I want to. It's just... I'm not great at talking about feelings and stuff." Deonna reached over, squeezing his hand. "I know. But that's why we're here, right? To get better at it." Before Logan could respond, the office door opened, and Dr. Foster stepped out. She was a tall woman with kind eyes and a warm smile. "Mr. Maine, Mrs. Maine? I'm Dr. Foster. Please, come in." As they settled onto the comfortable couch in Dr. Foster's office, Deonna could feel the tension radiating from Logan. "So," Dr. Foster began, her voice gentle but professional, "what brings you here today?" Logan and Deonna exchanged glances, neither quite sure where to start. "