Cleopatra’s lips curved into a cheerful smile, and she squeezed his hand lightly.

“I’m good, Cal.”

A relieved breath escaped him, and Katie nodded, smiling faintly. “Great, then. I guess the medication and therapy are working.”

“Yeah… ouch,” Cleopatra muttered suddenly, a small grimace crossing her face.

Calvin’s eyes widened immediately, still holding her hands firmly, his concern sharpening. “What is it?” he asked, voice quick, almost panicked.

Cleopatra gave a small, embarrassed shrug. “I… I want to use the restroom,” she said, trying to keep her tone casual.

The moment the words left her lips, Calvin’s grip softened, but his eyes lingered on her with protective insistence.

“Sure… go...