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Leo sat on a vinyl chair, his heels drumming a frantic rhythm against the floor. In his pocket, his fingers traced the jagged edge of a house key he wasn't allowed to use anymore. He’d spent a decade blurring the world until it was a smudge of neon and regret, and now, at thirty-two, the silence of the woods surrounding the center was terrifying. "The first three days are the longest," a voice said.

Leo looked up. A woman in a faded hoodie was watering a defiant-looking fern in the corner. "I’m Sarah. I’m on day four-hundred. You look like you’re waiting for a bus that isn't coming."

The next week was a blur of fluorescent lights and group circles. There was Mark, a former pilot who lost his wings to a bottle of scotch; Janie, a nineteen-year-old whose eyes still held the ghost of the street corners she’d haunted; and Miller, a retired cop who didn't speak for five days.

"You're leaking," Miller grunted from across the circle, handing him a napkin. It was the first thing the old man had said. "Good. Rust happens when you keep the water inside."

They were a jagged puzzle of people who had nothing in common except a shared basement. In "Process Group," they stripped away the armor. Leo talked about the night he’d crashed his sister's car—not the metal and glass, but the look on her face when she realized he was alive, and her immediate, crushing disappointment that he was high.

On his last day, Leo stood at the same vinyl chair where he’d started. The shakes were gone. His hands were steady enough to hold a pen, which he used to write his number on a slip of paper for a newcomer who had just walked in looking like a ghost.

He cried for the first time in years. It wasn't a cinematic sob; it was a messy, snot-nosed release of a pressure valve that had been stuck shut.

He walked out the front doors, the air sharp and cold. He didn't have a magic shield against the world, and he knew the liquor stores would still be on every corner back home. But as he looked at the trees, he realized he could finally see the individual leaves instead of just a green blur.