Loretta I lingered at the doorway longer than I meant to, watching Asher and the physiotherapist. She stood beside him, guiding his arm through a slow, controlled stretch. His jaw was tight, breath uneven, but he followed every instruction without arguing, a rare sight.“Good,” the therapist said. “Again,Lift , hold relax.”Asher grunted, sweat edging his hairline. The wheelchair sat behind him, waiting. Even with the pain, there was something stubborn in his eyes. He looked up and noticed me, “Loretta,” he said, voice strained, “ get me a bottle of water.”I nodded and went downstairs to the kitchen for the bottle. I met Jenkins who was busy making pancakes. I passed beside Hume and went straight to the fridge. “You okay, Loretta?” Jenkins asked. I turned to him.“Yeah, I’m fine.”“You have been cold and distant since you resumed yesterday. You sure you are okay?”I forced a smile. “I’m good, thanks, Jenkins.”He gave me a look that said he didn’t believe a word of it. I held the
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