Chapter 113

• The morning therapy session had just ended. Ken sat in his wheelchair, a towel draped across his lap, while Andrew finished tidying up the room. Cynthia moved around, organizing Ken's medication, folding a cloth, and checking the notebook where she recorded details of his meals, exercises, and progress.
• Ken watched her, amused by her energy. "Isn't it boring doing the same thing all the time?" he said playfully.
• Cynthia glanced at him with a faint smile. "That's not how I see it. I'm just doing my job, and someone has to make sure you're taken care of."