I quit my job at the delivery station and officially moved into the Crowe family home to take care of Byron.
While I said I was taking care of him, in reality, I mostly sat and talked with him each day. The actual nursing, massage, and bathing were handled by professional caregivers.
However, ever since he came home, he hadn't reacted at all like he used to, which worried me a bit. But Karen remained calm. She seemed to believe that I could help Byron wake up. Whenever she noticed me getting anxious, she comforted me and told me not to worry.
I still went to the hospital every day at noon and in the evening to bring my mom meals, with the Crowe family's driver picking me up and dropping me off. Ever since my mom suddenly fainted, I had been on edge and didn't dare go too far from her. A
