Alex parked her car outside the medical centre and entered,
“Alex!” the receptionist greeted, “How are you?”
“Hi Maureen, I’m well thanks. Are the troublemakers ready to go?”
“I’ll check for you, have a seat.”
She had been bringing Blake and Hunter for physiotherapy since that awful day two months ago, initially three times a week and now they were down to once a week. Fortunately, Blake didn’t require surgery to his knee, but his progress had been frustratingly slow for him and she knew he was desperate to get rid of the knee brace, it had limited his mobility, especially getting on and off a boat. The crutches had been replaced by a walking stick but even that had begun to frustrate him. Motutawa’s grand opening was scheduled in a few weeks and she crossed her fingers hoping for good
