Chris began his routine rehabilitation work.
Clarice found herself distracted after arriving at Ivan’s home. Peter’s warning had planted a seed of unease in her mind, and she couldn’t stop worrying about the possibility of Ghis and Kelly seeking revenge. The thought lingered, gnawing at her concentration. At times, she even wondered if she was slipping into paranoia.
Her hands pressed against Ivan’s calf, kneading to loosen his tense muscles. However, she inadvertently used too much pressure, causing him to let out a muffled groan of discomfort.
Clarice snapped back to attention. "I'm so sorry, Mr. Morris. I was lost in thought."
Ivan, lying prone on the therapy bed, glanced over his shoulder, his voice calm yet concerned. "It’s alright, Clarice. But is something troubling you? You see
