Three days later.
It was almost evening. The house was quiet. Too quiet. Not like it had ever been lively, but it felt worse than it had ever been.
I moved slowly around the kitchen, trying to balance my weight without putting too much pressure on my sore leg. My wrist still throbbed every time I moved it, wrapped tightly in the bandage Dr. Aldrich had carefully applied days ago. I remembered the way he had looked at me—not with pity, but with something deeper, something I couldn’t quite explain. Something that was still bothering me
Three days had passed since the fall.
Three days of pain, rest, and loneliness.
Three good days that I had not seen him or heard from him.
Somehow, I found myself wondering how he was holding up. How things were unfolding between him and his son. Was the
