Manuel[/@ch_1] sits, his gaze unfocused.] Manuel stares through the window, watching streetlights flicker to life. His hands tremble as he clutches a mug of cold tea, but he barely notices the taste. The weight of his thoughts presses down, each breath a struggle. The doorbell rings, startling him from his reverie.

Gracie welcomes Manuel, her eyes wide with gentle concern. She guides him to the sofa, pouring fresh tea and offering a reassuring smile. "I know things feel dark right now, but I want you to try something new with me tonight," she says, her voice calm and earnest.

"Our bodies tell stories, Manuel. Sometimes, listening can help us remember we're alive," she explains, her hand resting gently on her abdomen. Manuel hesitates, lost in uncertainty, but the warmth of her presence draws him nearer. He leans in, closing his eyes, and the sound of gentle gurgling fills the air.

"It’s… strange. I never realized how peaceful it could be," Manuel murmurs, his voice tinged with wonder. "There’s something comforting about it. Like your body is telling me a secret," he continues, and Gracie laughs quietly.

"You’re not alone, Manuel. Even the smallest sounds can remind us we’re connected," she reassures him, squeezing his fingers gently. He nods, breathing deeper, the darkness inside him lightened by her kindness. Silence settles, but it is no longer oppressive—it’s filled with possibility.

"Thank you, Gracie. I think I needed that more than I realized," he says, gratitude shining in his eyes. "Anytime, Manuel. We’ll find our way, together," Gracie replies, and for the first time in weeks, Manuel believes her.