~Grace~
Dr. Philipia is watching me when I look up. She does not ask what I am thinking. She just signs, slowly and carefully, and hands me her handkerchief.
I never even realize there are tears in my eyes. I reject her offer and tell her I'm okay and that something flew into my eyes.
"It's Okay to Cry, Grace. We will do a full body check. Just a physical examination to know if you're fit enough for a shift."
I nod.
Dr. Philipia moves to the counter to retrieve something when the door swings open without a knock.
Rafe fills the doorway.
He looks at me first — a quick, sweeping, assessing gaze — before his eyes cut to Dr. Philipia.
"Are you not done yet?"
Dr. Philipia loops the stethoscope around her neck with the calm of someone who has dealt with far more intimidating men than Rafael Winchester. "Almost. We have the physical examination remaining."
"I'll wait." He steps fully inside, moving toward the chair in the corner.
