The doctor shares a knowing look with me. “I was going to say that I think we can set your arm today. Has he been taking the medication I prescribed to manage the pain?” “Yeah,” Roy says at the same time I say, “The seal on the bottle hasn’t even been broken.” If looks could kill, the withering gaze Roy spears me with would have them wheeling me to the morgue. “What, are you spying on me?” he growls. “You sure she’s not your daughter?” The doctor chuckles, unfazed by Roy’s hostile tone.
