At 1:50 p.m., several missed-call notifications from an unknown number lit up my phone. They had to be Julian. I swiped them all away without a second thought and pushed open the door of the training room.
Adrian sat in his wheelchair in a black tracksuit, watching me with a stormy expression. He still didn't look well, but at least there was no liquor bottle within reach this time.
"I'm so glad to see you taking this seriously." I set the assessment chart down on the table and stepped closer. "First, I need to do a proper evaluation."
"No. I refuse." He pushed away the hand I'd extended toward his legs.
"The most recent professional evaluation was two months ago. That data is useless. The body changes every day, you know that." I worked to keep my voice gentle. "Especially when you're
