David and Micah walked through the front door of Xavier’s place just as the sun dipped below the horizon. The drive back from the hospital had been quiet. David’s left arm was still bandaged but moving better. Micah stayed close to him, her hand brushing his every few steps like she needed to keep reminding herself he was really there.
Inside, the house smelled of coffee and takeout. The three rescued girls were in the guest room resting and talking about life experiences. Xavier stood in the kitchen rinsing mugs when they walked in.
“You’re back,” Xavier said, drying his hands. “How’s the head?”
David touched the bruise on his temple. “Still attached. Doc said rest but I’ll only rest when Miranda’s home.”
Micah gave a small smile. “He’s stubborn.”
Xavier chuckled. “Always was.”
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