Building trust with Tim
I sat down, keeping my voice low and calm, hoping to make it easier for Tim to open up. I wanted him to be sure that I would be there for him, no matter what. “I know it’s not easy, Tim,” I said softly. “But you can trust me. I’m here for you.” His eyes rose, mixing surprise and hesitation. I realized that he was trying to assess whether my words were genuine and whether he could really believe them.
Building trust with Tim
Finding Tim in his room
That evening, I walked down the corridor to Tim’s bedroom door, which was ajar, letting out soft music. Peeking in, I saw him lying on the bed, headphones in his ears, completely immersed in the sound. He seemed isolated in a universe of his own, a refuge where he could disappear. I took a deep breath, wishing that night would finally bring me some answers. It was time to try to reach him, even if it was step by step.
Finding Tim in his room
