The therapist arrived exactly at 10 a.m.
Grace was in the living room when she saw the car pull up.
She stood by the window for a while, watching the man get out and take a bag from the backseat.
She wasn’t sure why she felt nervous.
She wasn’t the one doing the physio.
Still, her hands felt a little cold.
A helper came to call her soon after.
When Grace entered Samuel’s room, he was already changed into a black sports shirt and track pants.
He was sitting on the edge of his bed, stretching his arms slowly.
The therapist, a kind-looking man in his forties, greeted her with a polite nod.
“You must be Miss Grace. Mr. Samuel told me you’d be joining today.”
Grace nodded, a little awkward. “Yes… just to observe.”
Samuel looked at her and smiled.
“Sit wherever you want.”
She took the seat near the window and watched as the session started.
At first, it was just light movements, ankle rotations, toe curls, slow breathing.
