The Day Diana Almost Lost Control

It was subtle.

Too quiet.

Diana sat at the edge of the bed, still in her work clothes.

Beckett noticed immediately.

He didn’t speak.

He just sat beside her.

Close enough.

Present.

Grounding.

After a long pause, she exhaled. “They tested me today.”

“I know,” he said softly.

She leaned slightly into him.

Not dominance.

Not control.

Just… trust.

“You anchor me,” she admitted.

He nodded. “You do the same.”

Balance restored.