What do you do when the silence feels like closure?

I’ve been thinking about a client who stopped coming to appointments. Not because she didn’t care—she did, deeply—but because she finally believed she was safe. No more flinching. No more waiting for the next knock. Just… stillness. I don’t know if that’s justice or just exhaustion. But it’s quiet. And I keep wondering: how do you tell the difference between peace and surrender?