Chapter 112

• Morning therapy was always the hardest but also the most important part of Ken's day. It was the time when his body fought between feeling weak and pushing himself to do more, when sweat clung to his forehead, and when Cynthia was right there beside him, urging him to go further than he thought he could.
• Today felt different. There was a tension in the air, and Cynthia couldn't quite put her finger on it until Andrew opened the door, bringing in Dr. Morris, a nurse, and two orderlies pushing a trolley.
• Cynthia's eyes widened. On the trolley were cartons of fruit drinks, dozens of them, neatly stacked but the same one he brought the previous day.. It wasn't just a few bottles; it was enough to last for weeks.