Marissa agreed, and I stepped out. What I wasn't expecting was to hear her start crying.
I opened the door a crack without looking in and knocked. "Marissa, are you OK?"
"God, yes," she said. "I just stretched my arms a little and it was like I had an entirely new body, Trevor. f**k. I'm just- I feel so relieved."
"Take your time," I said with a grin.
That right there was the best kind of response I could get from someone. I'd only gotten it once before during my practical placements through college. Getting it again with Marissa made me a little giddy and lightheaded. Eventually, she called me back into the room, and I showed her some arm and back stretches that would help her out, along with how to use a tennis ball on her chest to work out some tension. It wasn't perfect, but it wou
