Lady Blair snapped her medical bag shut with a crisp, definitive click. The afternoon sun streamed into Eric's bedroom at the Carson mansion, illuminating the dust motes dancing in the air and lending a warm, peaceful glow to the room.
"I'm surprised, Eric," Blair said, looking at him with a professional but genuinely pleased expression. She was a sharp, intelligent woman, whose calm demeanor hid a keen and observant mind. "You are doing much better now. Your sleep has improved, your moods are stable. Or is it just because it hasn't rained lately?" she asked, a teasing glint in her eye.
