The first thing I noticed about Dr. Freeman’s office was that it didn’t smell like antiseptic like I had expected. It smelled warm like cinnamon, faint coffee, and something softer like lavender. The air was low-lit, the kind of lighting that doesn’t interrogate you, that lets shadows soften the sharp edges of your face. A bookshelf lined the wall to my right, crowded but not messy, like someone had actually read the books, not just placed them there for decoration. The chairs weren’t ...