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Not wishing to allow me out in public until ready, Connor’s family came to us on Saturday. What they failed to tell me, though, was that ‘ready’ translated to ‘after I’d had my first controlled change’.
Despite the light spitting of raindrops, which had fallen since before dawn, the boys intermittently went out into the garden to throw the ball around. If forced to stay indoors for too long, they paced the rooms as though caged. I knew how they felt—being trapped by the four walls drove me crazy, too.
Since awakening, my view of outside had consisted only of appraisals through windows. About two in the afternoon, after sending Sean out to bounce some rubber and free me from his shadowing, I urged my feet toward the French doors. On a deep breath, I tugged one open and stepped into th
