What happens to intimacy when the cost of being understood feels higher than the cost of being alone? And what does connection look like for survivors of sexual assault, when every disclosure feels like a risk? Ayla doesn’t notice the flinch until after it happens. Her partner reaches for her thigh during a quiet moment on their couch, and before she has a chance to process, her body pulls back – barely, a breath’s width – but enough for her to feel a flash of shame.