Chapter Twenty-Seven
Caleb
Three weeks later, I glanced at my phone where it sat on the coffee table by the couch. Leaning over, I snagged it. Dammit. A pillow slipped to the floor in my effort to reach the phone. Creamsicle looked over from his perch on the windowsill. Aside from the minor injuries I’d sustained in that car accident years back and some other minor injuries during the last few years as a firefighter, I’d never had any injury where I was laid up the way I was this time. I’d sustained a fracture in my right tibia, which was a pain in the f*****g a*s. According to Dr. Lane, it would be six to eight weeks before I’d be cleared to return to regular duty for work.
I couldn’t drive either. In short, I was mostly laid up on the couch with the exception of Ella or my family cart
