Familytherapy Honey Hayes Reyna | Delacruz Lear...

Honey Hayes smoothed her blouse for the third time. Across from her, Reyna Delacruz scrolled through her phone, jaw tight. Between them, Lear picked at a loose thread on the couch.

“Trapped,” Reyna said.

Honey (tearful): “I’m doing everything alone. Reyna won’t listen, and Lear just hides in his room.” Reyna (crossing arms): “You only notice him. I stopped existing when Dad left.” Lear (quietly): “She yells at me every day, Mom.” Therapist: “Reyna, when you hear Lear say that, what happens inside?” Reyna (long pause): “I feel like the bad guy. Again. So I might as well be.” FamilyTherapy Honey Hayes Reyna Delacruz Lear...

“Put the phone away, Reyna,” Honey said. Honey Hayes smoothed her blouse for the third time