Description

The television flickers blue across Ben's face while Maya's words hang in the air like smoke that has nowhere to go.She is telling him about the boss who laughed at her presentation, about the subway elbow that bruised her ribs, about the landlord's email that began "Unfortunately…"Ben nods the way men have been taught to nod: small, economical, eyes still glued to the game.

Maya's throat closes first.Then her voice rises.Then the silence arrives, not soft, not sacred, but the kind that makes the radiator clank like gunfire.

Two nervous systems, speaking different childhood languages, mistake each other for the enemy.

This is not a book about men who won't talk and women who won't stop.This is a book about what happens when a body remembers danger long after the danger has changed its name.About the moment the amygdala hijacks the wheel and love becomes a car crash in slow motion.About the quiet, daily revolution required to teach an adult nervous system that the war is over, even when the body still ducks at loud voices.

You will meet Maya and Ben, Carlos and Maria, the firefighter who texts too much and the engineer who disappears into her workshop.You will learn why his silence is not contempt and her volume is not attack.You will discover how to pause a fight long enough for two ancient survival blueprints to recognize:We are safe now.We are home.

The apartment does not have to hold its breath forever.Come.Breathe with us.