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Friday passed without incident. Ethan and Kyle stayed home with us, and at Nathan’s orders, we spent the day indoors. Yet, each time I stepped to the kitchen window, saw the basketball in the garden, and studied the forest beyond the arches, I wanted to go out.
Thanks to copious quantities of arnica cream, my bruising had begun its first alteration to an interesting shade of yellow. With my limp reduced, making my way around the house came easier, and I seemed to be on the mend—emotionally and physically. Though, that could have been because, once Sean and I had worn ourselves out before bed, I’d fallen into a deep sleep. When Nathan returned from work, he even gave me an approving glance, as though pleased with what he saw.
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