After work, Evan picked up Claudia for dinner.
At the table, he casually asked, "So, are you thinking about picking up painting again?"
Claudia nodded while eating. "Yeah."
Evan felt a wave of joy. Seeing Claudia ready to paint again made him happy, but he couldn't shake his concern about her wrist.
After a moment of hesitation, Evan spoke up, "As long as it makes you happy, I'll make sure we find the best doctor to help with your wrist."
Claudia gently set down her chopsticks and rotated her wrist. "It's fine as long as I don't overdo it."
She was still worried that long sessions of painting might strain it too much.
"Let's see a doctor, just to be safe," she added.
Evan nodded, his voice calm but sincere. "I'll make sure we get the best care. If nothing else, it can't get worse t
