September arrived with the crispness of new beginnings and the weight of second chances. Marcus stood outside the art therapy building on the first day of fall semester, watching students stream past with backpacks and coffee cups and the casual confidence of people whose futures weren't conditional on demonstrated stability.
You don't belong here anymore, Lily whispered. She'd been more active lately, her voice strengthening as Marcus's stress increased. They all know what happened. They'll be watching, waiting for you to fail.



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