The treatment room inside Alan's villa glowed with its usual soft light. Amelia closed the door behind them and her entire posture changed as if she stepped through an invisible curtain. One moment she had been smiling at his playful banter with her children and the next she carried the calm authority of a medical professional. There was no overlap between the two sides of her life.
Alan rolled forward to his usual position near the reclining chair and pushed his sleeves up without thinking. He glanced at Amelia and expected her to reach for her equipment, but she remained still. Her eyes were sharper than usual, studying him rather than the tools in her bag.
"We are doing something different tonight," she said as she set her medical bag aside without opening it.
"No equipment today?" Alan asked with a faint smirk.
