Renate returned at three.
He found me at the barre, testing the range of my injured hand while Silas stood behind the glass wall speaking to legal.
The revised NIRVANA agreement remained unsigned.
That felt appropriate.
"Show me," Renate said.
I lifted my left arm through the opening sequence.
The movement completed this time.
Not cleanly.
But completely.
Renate watched my shoulder instead of my hand.
"Again."
I repeated it.
His fingers touched the inside of my wrist, then moved lightly along my forearm as I extended. Medical contact. Nothing more.
Through the glass, Silas stopped speaking.
I saw it in the mirror.
Renate did too.
He did not remove his hand.
"You are still compensating before the injured joint requires it," he said.
"Less than yesterday."
"Less is not non
