Sol smiles stupid handing out treasure maps during another group session, which patients take turns leading weekly.

 

Where ‘X’ marks the spot the word Peace is embossed in blue, a dotted trail fraught with 12 steps of self-scrutiny wends across the damaged landscape with bulleted tips like Limit Your Masturbation ● Remove Yourself From The Wrong Situation ● Know Your Triggers ● Et cetera, Et cetera. Above a golden compass in holy cursive: Time heals all wounds.

 

Folding the page 12 times, Leonard thinks:

 

We don't need your dark map to remind us no two wounds are alike…

 

We don't need your dark map to remind us all wounds are the same...