"Is Molly feeling any better?"
I hurried home, awkwardly maneuvering my wheelchair through the door. Sophia had just taken the towel off and was washing it in the basin.
"Much better, her temperature has come down." She crouched down worriedly, looking at my legs. "How are your legs?"
"The cast helps a lot. One leg is fractured, the other is dislocated and sprained. I should be fine in two or three months."
"That's good," Sophia breathed a sigh of relief, then said anxiously, "Go see Molly. She's been very upset since you left, having nightmares every night."
"Mmm…" I responded.
Seeing that I was back, Sophia left to take care of her son, Albert.
"Albert, don't put the toy car in your mouth, or you'll choke." She pulled the car out of Albert's mouth and carefully wiped his mouth wi
