Every other step Brittany took, she winced. She was on her way to making a full recovery, but unfortunately, her father's wedding came upon her, and she knew she had to attend. Although she'd missed the family dinner, they had all dropped by to visit with her while she was in the hospital. Some days, Patricia came by herself. It was a little awkward at first for Brittany, but soon she saw what her father had seen in this woman. True, she wasn't Brittany's mother because nobody could fill those shoes, but Patricia was well suited for her father. And they were happy. That's all that mattered.
"My sweet lady," Austin said as he helped her walk while keeping his arm around her waist, staying clear of her wound, "I told you we should have gotten you a wheelchair."
"I don't need a wheelchair.
