The clinic was busier than usual on Saturday, which meant I spent the first twenty minutes wondering why I'd agreed to come early. Two children had arrived without completed forms, someone had misplaced a box of resistance bands, and a boy named Caleb was insisting his ankle was perfectly fine while limping badly enough to prove otherwise. Luca moved through the mess with the calm he never seemed to possess anywhere else. His knee was improving, but he still couldn't demonstrate everything himself, so he had become irritatingly good at giving instructions. I was sorting registration sheets near the equipment table when a woman I hadn't seen before walked in carrying a canvas bag and looking completely lost.
She introduced herself as Maya, a university student volunteering for the first ti
