Hattie:
The morning light filtered through the hospital blinds as the doctor stepped into the room, clipboard in hand and a reassuring smile on his face. "Brooks, you're healing well. There's no medical reason to keep you here any longer. You’re free to go home and rest."
A wave of relief passed over me. Brooks had been through so much, and now, finally, he could leave this sterile place behind and truly rest. He gave a short nod, grateful but eager to move on. I packed up the few belongings we had gathered over the past few days while he stretched, testing his limbs as if to convince himself he was truly whole again.
Before long, we were on our way in Brooks truck. The drive was quiet, but comfortable, as I stared out the window, watching the world outside change. This place was so muc
