Jonathan woke up in the morning, stretched his arms, and smiled. He sat up in bed and reached for his phone. From his mom, he had a short, “that’s nice, dear” response to his text.

He padded around his apartment in just his sweatpants, and as he poured himself a cup of coffee to go with his breakfast, he checked the time and decided it wasn’t too early to call Dr. Page.

A sudden nervousness filled him as he put the number into his phone. An irrational ...