The hotel meeting room hums with low conversation as you walk in, a step slower than usual. You’re fine—mostly—but the soreness in your neck still lingers.

Alejandro doesn’t look up right away. But as you pass behind him, his hand brushes your arm—just a brief touch near your shoulder. A silent check-in.

“I’m okay,” you murmur without stopping.

He gives the faintest nod, eyes on the table again. But for that moment, his attention was only on you.