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Leo noticed. He sat on the edge of her bed. “Mia?”

“I’m fine,” she said automatically. The hypnotic anchor for I’m fine was a green checkmark in her mind. She hated green. hypnosisfamilyplans

“No,” she said clearly. “Pour it yourself.” Leo noticed

That night, Mia wrote in her journal—something she never did. They put something in my head. I can feel it like a locked door. I can’t find the handle. By week four, the house was unnervingly quiet. Leo did his chores without being asked. Mia loaded the dishwasher without rolling her eyes. At dinner, everyone used “I feel” statements. David suggested a family board game night, and no one groaned. The hypnotic anchor for I’m fine was a

She woke up angry. But the anger didn’t stick. It dissolved into a strange, hollow calm. She tried to snap at Leo for borrowing her hoodie, and the words died in her throat. Instead, she heard herself say, “That’s interesting. Tell me why you needed it.”

Mia wiped her face. “How do you know it’s real?”

Leo stared at her. “Are you a robot now?”