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I shifted on the bed, fluffing the pillow behind me even though Irene had already done it three times since she walked in. She had this way of fussing over me like a mother hen, and honestly, I couldn’t decide if it was comforting or tiring. Probably a bit of both.
“I’m not leaving,” she declared with her usual dramatic flair, flopping down beside me as if she had just taken a solemn oath. “You’re not stepping one foot out of this bed unless you’re going to the bathroom. And even then...” she narrowed her eyes in mock warning, “...I’ll be standing right outside the door in case you need anything.”
That earned her a laugh from me, the kind that shook my shoulders until I pressed my palm against my chest. “Oh, Irene,” I managed between chuckles, “I really did miss you. Only you would
