One More Day
Ida sniffed in distress as Kensley hugged her close, comforting her despite the ache in his chest. “Why did you confront them head-on?! What’s the use of the police if you do all the work yourself? What would we do if something happened to you?” Ida tearfully reached up to caress his cheek gently, barely grazing the gauze over his face. By the time she arrived, Kensley had already been bandaged up. A large 2-inch square gauze was plastered on his cheek, his chest was firmly wrapped, securely obscuring his chiseled abs. Harrison, the family doctor, insisted Kensley didn’t need to go to the hospital and could just do with a few days of bed rest at home. Ida was starting to doubt his professional credibility and was about to give him a piece of her mind when Kensley stopped her. “I just
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