Lisa’s POV
By the time dinner was over, the house had settled into a comfortable quiet, it wasn’t the empty or the lonely kind. It was just… peaceful, there were no doctors rushing in and out of rooms, no machines beeping every few minutes. No endless waiting for updates, no fear sitting permanently in my chest.
Ethan was home, seated comfortably in his room. The thought still felt unreal, even after helping him settle in, after watching the nurses explain the last few instructions before leaving. He was finally home and that made everything feel normal again or at least closer to normal than it had been in weeks.
Chris called shortly after dinner, the conversation lasted almost twenty minutes. Most of it involved Chris complaining dramatically about work, apparently, running George Hol
