BIDA

CHAPTER I

You have thought about this quietly, for a long time.

Soft morning light in a quiet room

I was afraid to say it out loud.

A folded linen throw at the corner of a bed

You don't have to know everything today.

A glass of water on a pale wooden table

You don't have to prepare perfectly.

An open door into a sunlit room

You only have to decide whether you want someone beside you.

Morning light across an unmade bed

Everything else can come later.

In time, quietly

When you are ready, Bida begins to arrange the days around your treatment.

The flights. The arrival. The apartment near the clinic. The small errands that would have kept you awake at night.

Not the medicine. Never the medicine. That belongs, entirely, to the people who studied it.

We hold the rest, so you don't have to.

Whenever you feel ready, we will already be here.