Oh Elle Driver. This girl breaks hearts in the quietest way. She was doing so well. She was accepting love, letting hands approach, leaning in even when unsure. She was right on the edge of becoming brave. And then she was back to trembling, but most importantly, growling in confusion. It isn't anger. It is grief. She lost the progress she'd worked so hard to make. She herself is mad about it. But even now, growling, tucked small, unsure, Elle is still trying. She watches. She listens. She remembers. Every gentle moment we give her pulls her a little further back toward the cat she was becoming. Elle doesn't need a hero. She needs a witness. Someone willing to show her that her story isn't over just because the middle chapters weren't what she wanted. Give her time, and she will be one of those once-in-a-lifetime transformations people talk about forever.