22. Carina-1
Three Months Later “How do you feel today, Mr. Grigori?” I ask, resting the clipboard on my slightly protruding stomach, and straighten, keeping steady eye contact with him. The senior man lowers himself into the chair in front of me, one hand braced on his cane and the other resting on the desk between us. Withered, kind eyes reflect back and the wrinkles around his mouth deepen as he smiles. “Alive for now,” he replies, his eyes squinting in amusement. “Just sore.” My lips tighten and lift, giving him a sympathetic smile and ask, “Can you show me where?” He grimaces and nods, gesturing to his hip. “Darn thing needs to be replaced again, I’m sure.” Or it’s simply due to the chilling temperatures, but I don’t negate his claims, instead taking my notes and placing his folder in the ne
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