Damien
The specialist was already moving around her, his small scanner in hand, tracing the curves of her shoulders, the back of her neck, the lines along her arms. He didn’t look at me once, his attention fixed entirely on her, murmuring short instructions without lifting his gaze. “Hold still… turn slightly… lift your hair a little… good, stay there.” His voice was calm, professional, neutral, and yet every word grated on me like sandpaper. I watched the way she followed each command perfectly, smoothly, without hesitation, without the slightest flicker of panic or irritation in her expression. She didn’t flinch. She didn’t stutter. She didn’t even blink more than usual. She just stood there, letting the scanner glide over her skin, letting him move around her as though she was invisib
