VI. There are small theatrics of healing: the naming of need, the witnessing of pain, the ritual exchange of “I’m sorry” that sometimes works and sometimes rings hollow. The therapist gestures toward repair as if it were an assembly manual: a list of steps to reopen what has been sealed. Cory learns to say what she wants without cloaking it in accusation. The family learns to listen without solving. Sometimes this is miraculous; sometimes it is a partial truce. The work of belonging is iterative—no epochal breakthrough, just a hundred tiny reallocations of attention.